Sweet Bubba

Everything was going great. We got to keep our baby and he was doing fantastic. Better than anyone had expected. It took him a while to crawl, he would drag his left leg. But eventually he mastered it. Once he learned to walk, running wasn't far behind. I no longer had to sleep in the recliner because he slept between Steve and I every night.
This also happened to be the year Nici turned 17, so we kept our license open. And the revolving door once again began to turn. Around the middle of June we had to say good bye to Gabby. When she got here she was this shy young lady with long straight brown hair and her guard up. When she left I was half afraid her parents would come over and kick my butt. I was sending back a very outspoken woman with cropped hair and tongue piercing. Heaven help me, I thought about moving and not leaving a forwarding address. But it was all OK. We made yet another life long friend.
Soon after Gabby left we received a phone call. A 3 month old, badly injured. He had severe head trauma which required surgery. Would we take him? Well that was no brainer. So off to the hospital I went. What a sad moment when I saw this poor little guy. He had a strip of hair shaved off his head with staples to take it's place.They started in the middle of his forehead at the hairline going straight back and down, then curved back around to the front of his ear almost in a backwards C shape. There was a drain sticking out from the crown area. He appeared to me to be blind. He just looked so sad. So a few days later I brought him home and once again the recliner became my bed. Bubba, as we called him was beautiful. He wasn't as demanding as Jacob had been as far as the screaming. But he did not like to be left alone. I soon found out why. He had lost the vision in one eye totally and the top half of his vision in the other. I was pissed, but the things people do to their children no longer surprised me. All we could do was love him.
But again the visits started. First with the womb and sperm donor, then the grandparents. Of course all the court hearing and doctor visits kept me very busy. Twelve months seemed to fly by, and before I knew it the courts were giving him back to the womb and her parents. Oh what a sad day. It was hardest on Jacob. He was 2 1/2, and this was "HIS Bubba". Evey time the worker put Bubba's stuff in  the car Jacob would try to take it out. He kept screaming ,"My Bubba". I said that was it, I was done, never again would they hurt my kids. I would never take another child again.