DFS or CPS
I am by far the perfect mother or a super mom, but I try to be the best mother I can be.
I mean, I bathe my children nightly sometimes two to three times depending on how much of a mess Gabbie gets to be.
I feed them three times daily.
I make sure they have decent clothes.
I give them a roof over their heads.
I give them love and lots of it.
What is a parent to do when a babysitter loses track of their child? A two year-old child at that. This happened to me about two weeks ago and now I am the one under investigation by DFS and the police.
You see I have a babysitter that watched my children while I was working. Well, on Friday nights I usually work 5 p.m to 1 a.m. it just so happens that on this particular Friday I was only working from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m.
At 7:30 the manager tells me I have a phone call and it's about my daughter. So, I immediately go to the phone and listen to Lanita babble for a minute and then hear the words no mother or father should ever hear, "We can't find Gabbie." I ask, "What do you mean?" Her response was, "Gabbie's missing."
I remember dropping the phone and turning around to tell my manager that I have to go while trying to get my swipe card off of my apron. I run for the vestibule in front of me realizing that my other half, whom is also working at the time, has my keys. Immediately, I turn around and make a run for the dishroom down the server aisle. I scream, "Gerald I need the keys." He looked at me befuddled as he turns around realizing it is me screaming at him and says, "What's wrong." All I could manage to get out was, "Gabbie's gone". He looked at me really weird and this time I screamed it, "Gabbie's missing, come on". We both ran from the back of Cracker Barrel through a vestibule into retail I remember looking over my shoulder seeing Gerald on the floor, evidently he fell turning that last corner in retail before we hit the front door.
Gerald drove that day and I couldn't remember where the car was. "Where's the car," as I scanned the parking lot. He pointed and took off with me on his heels. He handed me the keys and I took off with my emergency flashers on I must of been doing 80 m.p.h. as I went down frog hill passing two cars.
I was saying I have to call Josh. (Gabbie's biological father) Oh god Gerald the pool. Gabbie loves water, yet she still can't swim with her only being 2. What if a child molester picked her up. What if she's hurt. These where the things I was thinking about. I don't really remember if I actually said them or not.
I got to my house in 2 minutes, literally. I got out of my car and Lanita, my babysitter, opened my front door and I screamed, "Where is my daughter? Where is Gabbie?"
"Stephanie, I don't know."
"Where's Christian?"
"At the police station." I turned and ran the whole block and a half to the Sheriff's Office. As I run up to the police station there is an ambulance there, I go to walk into the office and there's my daughter. What a sight to see, she is standing there with 3 other women as soon as she sees me she starts screaming for me. "Momma, Momma, Momma." An obese woman with short brown hair, a red sweater and jeans picks her up and tries to turn where she can't see me. Gabbie immediately starts hitting, kicking, and screaming trying to get to me.
A police officer with the Waynesville Police Department, Gwen, comes through another glass door and says "I need you in that room." I noticed that Christian was sitting over her right shoulder in a chair. I tell her, "No, I want him." She tells me, "You'll have to wait in line." So, as I sit in this room and get questioned by both the police and a lady by the name of Jeanne James from DFS I realize I can't hear Gabbie anymore. I look over at Christian and ask him, "Where is she?" "She's right there," he tells me. A male officer starts yelling something at him for answering me. I sit in this room answering question after question while looking at Chris for reaffirmation that my daughter is still there.
Finally, they get done with the grilling and I get to see Gabbie. The relief I felt when they let me walk out of the Sheriff's Office with my daughter I can't put into words. DFS of course has opened a case on me which I will get dismissed.
They don't know that I know more about them than they know about me.
I know I can protect myself thanks to the laws listed on www.fightcps.com.
I know I have rights.
I also know that my family's rights will not be violated. I will not let them be.
DFS or CPS definitely has a fight on their hands with me.
I mean, I bathe my children nightly sometimes two to three times depending on how much of a mess Gabbie gets to be.
I feed them three times daily.
I make sure they have decent clothes.
I give them a roof over their heads.
I give them love and lots of it.
What is a parent to do when a babysitter loses track of their child? A two year-old child at that. This happened to me about two weeks ago and now I am the one under investigation by DFS and the police.
You see I have a babysitter that watched my children while I was working. Well, on Friday nights I usually work 5 p.m to 1 a.m. it just so happens that on this particular Friday I was only working from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m.
At 7:30 the manager tells me I have a phone call and it's about my daughter. So, I immediately go to the phone and listen to Lanita babble for a minute and then hear the words no mother or father should ever hear, "We can't find Gabbie." I ask, "What do you mean?" Her response was, "Gabbie's missing."
I remember dropping the phone and turning around to tell my manager that I have to go while trying to get my swipe card off of my apron. I run for the vestibule in front of me realizing that my other half, whom is also working at the time, has my keys. Immediately, I turn around and make a run for the dishroom down the server aisle. I scream, "Gerald I need the keys." He looked at me befuddled as he turns around realizing it is me screaming at him and says, "What's wrong." All I could manage to get out was, "Gabbie's gone". He looked at me really weird and this time I screamed it, "Gabbie's missing, come on". We both ran from the back of Cracker Barrel through a vestibule into retail I remember looking over my shoulder seeing Gerald on the floor, evidently he fell turning that last corner in retail before we hit the front door.
Gerald drove that day and I couldn't remember where the car was. "Where's the car," as I scanned the parking lot. He pointed and took off with me on his heels. He handed me the keys and I took off with my emergency flashers on I must of been doing 80 m.p.h. as I went down frog hill passing two cars.
I was saying I have to call Josh. (Gabbie's biological father) Oh god Gerald the pool. Gabbie loves water, yet she still can't swim with her only being 2. What if a child molester picked her up. What if she's hurt. These where the things I was thinking about. I don't really remember if I actually said them or not.
I got to my house in 2 minutes, literally. I got out of my car and Lanita, my babysitter, opened my front door and I screamed, "Where is my daughter? Where is Gabbie?"
"Stephanie, I don't know."
"Where's Christian?"
"At the police station." I turned and ran the whole block and a half to the Sheriff's Office. As I run up to the police station there is an ambulance there, I go to walk into the office and there's my daughter. What a sight to see, she is standing there with 3 other women as soon as she sees me she starts screaming for me. "Momma, Momma, Momma." An obese woman with short brown hair, a red sweater and jeans picks her up and tries to turn where she can't see me. Gabbie immediately starts hitting, kicking, and screaming trying to get to me.
A police officer with the Waynesville Police Department, Gwen, comes through another glass door and says "I need you in that room." I noticed that Christian was sitting over her right shoulder in a chair. I tell her, "No, I want him." She tells me, "You'll have to wait in line." So, as I sit in this room and get questioned by both the police and a lady by the name of Jeanne James from DFS I realize I can't hear Gabbie anymore. I look over at Christian and ask him, "Where is she?" "She's right there," he tells me. A male officer starts yelling something at him for answering me. I sit in this room answering question after question while looking at Chris for reaffirmation that my daughter is still there.
Finally, they get done with the grilling and I get to see Gabbie. The relief I felt when they let me walk out of the Sheriff's Office with my daughter I can't put into words. DFS of course has opened a case on me which I will get dismissed.
They don't know that I know more about them than they know about me.
I know I can protect myself thanks to the laws listed on www.fightcps.com.
I know I have rights.
I also know that my family's rights will not be violated. I will not let them be.
DFS or CPS definitely has a fight on their hands with me.
posted by ~Hopes at 7:20 PM
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