Picture it: 2020, a year of chaos, violence and uncertainty across the globe. I moved back home mainly for family reasons but also the pandemic, with plans not to stay long. My motherâs childhood friend called her up to let her know her grandchild had been taken by social services. Her son and pregnant daughter-in-law were both former addicts who had apparently fallen off the wagon, with the daughter-in-law having gone into labor and acting strangely at the hospital. They tested her and it came back thru the roof for meth.
Because of this, cps immediately took custody of their 1.5 year old son. Now, my momâs friend was distraught and claimed that she wouldnât qualify as a guardian for her grandson because she had a minor previous charge on her record and that the state was âout to get herâ. I suspect there was something about her criminal history that she wasnât telling us. But she assured my mom that her son (the childâs father) would surely pass a drug test (we didnât know he was still using at the time) and that all of this would be over in a matter of days. They didnât want baby to go into the foster care system so my mom agreed to take him in, with the understanding that it would only be for the weekend and my moms friend would be watching him most of the time.
Well, dad ended up failing his drug test and grandma wasnât exactly a reliable caregiver afterall. So we ended up caring for the baby longer than anticipated, about 6 weeks in total. During all of this, the pregnant meth mom ended up giving birth to a baby girl who had to stay in the NICU because she was premature. My mom and I had been properly vetted and deemed fit to foster by cps. In the process of the parents bringing over babyâs stuff to our house, meth mom ended up stealing my moms credit card from her purse and using it to buy drugs :) needless to say, the parents couldnât get their shit together in time and no other family members were able to take him in. My mother and father were separated at this point and my mom and I worked full time, so she really didnât have the time or capacity to care for a baby long-term.
So we ended up having to give him back to cps, which was truly sad. By this point i had moved away to take a new job elsewhere. My mom and her childhood friend havenât spoken much since this incident. I still think about the kid and hope his parents have gotten clean and were reunited. One thing I can say, despite the parents having a history of addiction, it was clear they loved their son very very much and seemed to be desperate to regain custody of him. This gives me hope that they were able to get their shit together and get him back. It also showed me a bit about what it was like to foster and itâs something I would consider doing again in the future, when Iâm better prepared to do so.