Little Miss aka Sassy Cat 

It was late in September 2011 and we were once again in the hospital with wild man. By this point I believe we had been in every room on the pediatric floor and we knew most of the nurses by their first names.  He had been well enough to do a few visits with his birth mom by now so I knew what she looked like. Imagine my surprise when I see her going into the room directly across for ours at the hospital. 

I quickly got up and closed our door and paged the nurse.  When I asked who was in the room across from us I got the standard “I can’t tell you that” answer.  So I called our worker and explained what was taking place outside our room. Within a few minutes they had removed wild man’s last name for the front of the door, it is not a common last name so it would be noticed if anyone looked. I soon discovered that wild man’s half sister, who was about 1 1/2 years old, was in that room. I was in shock. I had heard he had an older sister but never dreamed I would see her. 

The next few days went by with the little girls birth dad only showing up at meal times. At first I thought he had come to feed her but quickly realized he was coming in to eat what was on her tray and then he would leave.  The mom was only there that one night, we never saw her back in the hospital.  I think God allowed me to see her so I could make the connection between the two babies. She cried.  Day in day out she cried. No one there to hold her. No one there to comfort her. No one there to love her. I wanted to hold her, comfort her, but could not.  I cried for her. 

The day came we were cleared for discharge. While we waited things in the room across the hallway got heated. The dad was screaming saying he was taking his daughter and there was nothing they could do about it. Our nurse closed our door but you could still hear him yelling and the little girl…crying.

After we got home I could not help but worry about her. Then two days later our phone rings.  It was a call for her. The on call worker asked if I had her half brother to which I replied yes. We agreed to take her in. I had her in my arms less than 4 hours later. 

Her story is sad.  I assume they discharged her to go home with the dad. Things got worse from there. This is what we know…
She had been in the hospital with upper respiratory issues and while in the ER roaches had crawled out of her ear. You dont have to read that again I did say roaches in her ear. I am only guessing that’s why there was a follow up at the house. 

Cops showed up with a search warrant to the house. Dad was not there. Some lady staying at the house let the cops in. She assumed the dad had taken his daughter and went somewhere, but she was so strung out she was not sure.  As they looked around one cop went over to the pack-n-play. It was full of trash. Actual trash…empty pizza boxes, old newspapers, moldy bottles, Mt Dew bottles, dirty clothes, etc.  There were bugs crawling all over the place. No running water, no electric.  The house was in terrible condition.  They were getting ready to leave when the one office felt the need to go back to the pack-n-play.  He walked over and took his night stick and moved the trash around, thats when they found her. Little Miss was sound asleep under all the trash. She had been given benadryl to sleep. Who knows how long she was there or how long she would have stayed there if God had not touched that officers heart to go take one more look.  She was picked up and removed from the house, the lady that answered to door was heard saying “I didn’t even know she was her, I thought he took her with him.” 

After being checked out at she was brought to us.  She was filthy. Her hair was brown, so we thought, until I gave her a bath that revealed she in fact has blonde hair. She was 16 months old and could not sit up by herself let along walk. She did not talk and  did not know how to eat from a spoon.  How could you do this to a child?
She quickly became part of our family. And for the two and a half years that followed we dealt with the court hearings, visits with birth parents, yes after all that they received visits, and we dealt with the problems that come getting a child that’s a little older. We had a wonderful group of Birth to 3 workers that got her to hit all of her milestones she had missed while younger. She was doing great considering all she had been through. By God’s grace she and wild man became part of our forever family on the same day. It was one of the happiest days of my life.

She is now 6 going on 25 lol.  She is all divia all the time.  We still deal with many things from her past. Don’t let anyone ever tell you “Oh she/he is to young to remember what happened”  They do remember to some extent. The memories may not come up daliy but there is always something there and you never know what will open up the part of their past. We have problems daily with lies and her only wanting to listen to her dad (males) and countless other things that most people will never understand. Being 6 is difficult for anyone. I am not going to kid myself being her mom has been the most challenging thing I have ever done, but I would not change it. Children who have been through hell and back need to know they have someone in their corner, even if they don’t want you to be.  I have heard more times than I can count that she hated me, that she hates our rules but then there are the good days where we laugh and paint our nails, fix our hair and do each other’s makeup. The good days are what it’s all about. The good days are why we became foster to adopt parents. The good days is what we will remember.  Good always wins over the bad. Together we will overcome all the terrible things that have happened. We will survive this together just as God had planned. 

God’s plan always wins in the end ♡

From our beautiful chaos to yours enjoy your day.

Author: beautifulchaosmomma

I am a stay at home mom to 7 wonderfully crazy children. I have two biological children and my husband and I have adopted five little ones through foster care. Our children are 23, 20, 8, 7, 5, 5, and 3. I recently self published a book called Beautiful Chaos Our Story about Foster Care, Adoption, Faith, and Love. Pick up your copy today on Amazon or on my website at ❤️

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