The back-up plan (part 3)

Things I hate:

1) That, after a week of intense bonding with his mama, KJ was weaned and separated from her in the space of a week.

2) That he is now off bonding with some complete strangers (who are, I'm sure, lovely people), whom he will be taken from in two months, to be returned to re-bond with his mama, or some other Foster-parents, or me.

3) Having to go through a government department if I want to visit my nephew

4) That his caseworker doesn't check her voicemail and is never in the office when I call.

5) I haven't seen him in over a month.

*****

So here's what happened. While the baby-mama was openly determined that I take KJ if she couldn't, she was given no say in the matter. I spent days after learning that KJ was going to be taken, trying to contact his case-worker, but, as I said, she seems to have some aversion to returning people's calls, and by the time I heard from her, KJ had already been placed.

Now, I'm not one for anti-DOCS rants but, needless to say, I'm a little miffed.

And by miffed, I mean that it turns out I do have that maternal instinct, and she's like a scary mama bear.

So now baby-mama's trying to sort her life out, and if she can't be ready to get him back by the end of the nine weeks, I take him. I'm already in talks with the case-worker (that's right, she actually calls me back occasionally), and this time I have the chance to control my nephews future. Although whether that's for the best remains to be seen.

For the time being, I'm contingency-mama.

Now I can't believe I left it this long. It's time for me to be proud aunty Mel. Get an eyeful of this little bundle of awesomeness...