So as I mentioned, CPS was also called. A caseworker came to the hospital to get out story and make the assumption that we are child abusers; guilty until proven innocent here. She attempted to explain what the next steps were, but I was in a fog, exhausted from the day’s emotion. I couldn’t process much of what she said and had to ask her to repeat herself so I could grasp the concept. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” she said. “You can’t take your daughter home tonight, unless you have a Safety Monitor with you.” A what? So that was it; I couldn’t be alone with my children. What could I say? Arguing was pointless. I drove home with my daughter, and my mother-in-law, aka Safety Monitor.
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