by JWillson

Created on: June 26, 2008

I'm Jeannine, and that lil guy in the photo is Skyler - he was only a few months old there ... That was ONE of our bonding moments - although it was cut short, every Monday's and Thursday's only two hours and only two days a week ...
He now has a new little brother, his name is Malachi and he was born two months premature and is right now in the Cincinnati Children's Hospital ... He has only gotten to be held once so far by his mommy - my 20 year old daughter, she also got feed him and change his diaper for the first time too ... It was the first since he was born on Saturday, June 21st at 3:24 am ... Because of his tiny and frail body, she was not allowed to hold him, only see him through his tiny little bed ... I can only imagine that there was plastic separating him from her and vice versa ... Not even a whisk of her fingers across his soft baby skin, to let him know she was there and she loves him ...

No bonding time, no hugs, or kisses, or even whispers of sweet things into his tiny little ears ... Just a plastic bed that kept him from her and hoses or tubes that helped keep him breathing...
Now, it's been FIVE days since he was born and the CPS has their claws into him already! They couldn't even WAIT to see if Tianna would do better this time, they didn't even give her a CHANCE to try and redeem herself, they just started the paper work and that was that!
It's hard to admit, but I have to say, I don't blame them for what they are doing and have done, knowing how she has been living her life and the people she has hanging around her and that she hangs around ... Knowing how she "keeps" house and isn't really motivated to get and DO SOMETHING to GET her sons back!
I have seen it once before, last year and the time before that, it was me..... I was depressed, lazy, and unmotivated! I was a young mother who didn't know better, only knew I wasn't being the mom I needed to be to my beautiful little baby girl, whom I was letting run rampant around the house and feed herself hotdogs out of the fridge, because I laid depressed on the couch for days at a time ... It only got worse, because my depression (although I don't think I really knew that I was depressed or what it meant, if I did, and didn't know ANYTHING about the resources available for people like me), I only knew I wasn't a "SUPER MOM" - as I read on the cup, every time I passed by the Hallmark window - I would wished it was me and that I could be this "SUPER MOM" and work and clean house and take care

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