Ariel VS DCFS

Sheesh this is going to be long so if you're here get prepared. March 14, 2023, was the day my son got taken in the middle of the night. I woke up in the hospital at 10:45pm that night unaware of how I got there. However, I arrived at the shelter at 7:45pm that night (this is where we are living at the moment) now however I picked Malakhi up from KinderCare at 6pm the drinks I consumed were before I picked him up from KinderCare, we ate at about 8pm i had grab some food from McDonald's before we went in, so we got in the tub around 9pm and we went to bed. Now this is where is gets tricky because I guess “I” went to bed cause my son was able to exit the room while I was sleeping and managed to make it outside now yes, I had alcohol in my system however, I am naturally a deep sleeper, all my life I been that way.

ok understandable I messed up yes, I was angry in the hospital I said and did things of course I was upset come on now not only did I wake up here but I'm also being told my son is taken and I can't use the bathroom I guess that was the way of saying I couldn't leave the hospital room like ok but why? was I being arrested? was I being detained? all I needed to do was use the restroom and I was denied that. I wasn't understanding why I was being treated the way I was I felt like an animal because I couldn't leave that room for 3 hours. Not to mention I couldn't see my son during this time either why was it so hard to let me use the bathroom. So, when the social worker arrived at 1am I kind of simmer down after being told how we got here I grew to accept what was about to happen. She had explained to me that my son was found outside in the middle of the night with no shoes or pants on at that point it was nothing I could do I mean it was nighttime I am so sorry I fell asleep before him. It was nothing I could do about him getting out because he knew how to open the door it was no fighting that part. I could see if I left the door open it was nothing I could do about that part. I was hurt yes so now I have to figure out how to get my son back. I have to right my wrongs. So, she asked was there anyone i could call that would be open to getting my son because he will not be going with me i gave her a few numbers and then I was sent on my way. Of course, she let me see my son before sending me on my way; now let's pause here because I got a lot of things to say this.

First how and why is it possible for someone to take my child that I carried for nine months away from me without consent because of a mistake that is not rare at all. its giving slavery. I want to say this I went through a rough time having my son. I was alone my mom who I was staying with at the time had ended up getting into some trouble and got arrested September 2020, So I was facing homelessness and I was by myself with a newborn on the way and the only person I thought I had in my corner was away calling from jail threating to have me put out because I didn't allow my sister to do what she wanted. Let’s not forget she had her own place to go too at this time. So, my mom had my sister come and move all of the furniture out of the house that same month. I couldn't understand why she was taking the furniture but whatever so now I'm in an empty place with only a tv and a bed because I wouldn't allow them in the bedroom to take them things. Now I said all that to say I was dealing with a lot at the time so as my due date approaches I was having an hard time adjusting to life I couldn't understand why things was the way they were. I kept asking myself could things change could life be better than this. I don't know however I do know after having my son things got worse I'm talking bad I wanted help I cried and begged for help I couldn't do it I want to give up I even went to the fire department and let them know I didn't want him I told them things was hard and I can't keep him I wasn't fit enough to care for him do you know what they told me.? They told me they could not keep my baby it was nothing they could do mind I’m at my breaking point I'm ready to end it all. & no one was taking me seriously. After a few hours of resting, I had come to my senses as a mother, and I wanted my son and from that day forward I told my son no matter how hard it gets I will not give up on him and we are in this for life. Now when I tried to give him up it was oh no, we don't want him, we can't take him. Now it’s we are taking him away from you because you not fit enough my bad, I am sorry they found me to be neglectful. What the F***…. tbc..

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