Once a week for the next 5 months I had to take the poor baby down to the DHS office for a one hour visits. He would scream, they would hand him back to me, I would calm him, they took him back. This went on for the entire visit ever week. In the mean time, we had court hearing. The womb and sperm donor had to take parenting classes, whoopee. Beat your baby, take a class and get your baby back. Beat your dog, go to jail and never own another animal the rest of you life. Something was very wrong here. Just because you mate and produce off spring does not make you a parent.
After about 2 months of the visits, I finally had had enough. I refused to calm the baby down just to give him back to hear him scream again. I was his comfort, he felt safe with me. I couldn't do it anymore. So the workers went to court and asked that the visits be stopped. The Judge said if the womb and the sperm donor couldn't calm him down in 5 minutes, the visits were over. So every week for 5 minutes he had a visit.
In the mean time Nancy H. filed with the court to terminate the parental rights. So the fight was on and the Judge felt sorry for the womb. He wanted her to tell what happened to the baby, if she didn't do it the sperm donor must have. She had no knowledge, she wasn't kidding there, she was as dumb as a box of rocks. So spermie said he must have hit himself in the head with a rattle. I don't know what kind of rattles he bought the baby, lead? Some how before the trial got under way a little bird told the local newspaper, "The Flint Journal" about the case. So everyday the trial was going on ,a reporter named Kim Crawford sat in the front row. He along with several onlooker were mortified to hear the injuries this baby had received. Then the Judge wanted DHS to find a relative to take the baby. I thought I was gonna die. Not to worry, Nancy H. weeded them out fast. None of them were any better than the abusers. She was a professional in every way, telling it like it was. Never once backing down, she stood her ground. In her professional opinion, they had caused the injuries. An infant mental health professional testified he suffered post traumatic stress disorder, this beating was not the first. But it was the last. Who new a baby could have P.T.S.D.? Like the Judge, I thought only veterans were diagnosed with that.
The trial came to an end on August 19,1998, I remember the date well, it was my 40th birthday. I thought for sure the Judge would terminate right then and there. Instead he set another date for the ruling, September 8. Between the end of the trial and the decision date Kim ran the article in the Journal. "The Tragic Case Of Jason Seames". It was very powerful, it brought to light the evil some people possess.
You could have heard a pin drop as the Judge spoke. Devastating injuries, no one else ever took care of the baby, no reasonable explanation. He terminated their rights. I was so happy, I couldn't get out of the court house fast enough to call Steve. I knew the first time I saw him, I would never let anyone hurt him like that again. So we named him Jacob David and the early in 1999 his adoption was final. So I stepped up again making it a little closer to top. But this time there was a little hop in my step.
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