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Part 4 of Introduction September 17th, 2020 We decided not to answer the door and the social worker went away. The next day they were right back at the door, and I had gone and picked up my mom for back up. This social worker Maria was horrible. They were throwing out all kinds of accusations, and she told us that my baby needed to Portland to have her arm checked out right now. Like she was going to die at any moment. I said look at her she is fine, and she replied with  I cannot judge that I am not a doctor. They tried to say that the baby girl tested positive for meth at birth. But the hospital never said a word about it to us and because of the circumstances of her birth she was in there and tested a few days. Not one person said not one word to either of us about drugs being in my baby's system.  Along with the fact I knew I was clean and hadn't done any drugs since I found out that I was pregnant. I asked the caseworker if this was the case then why did the hospital not say anything. She replied with IDK we are still trying to figure that out. But since the baby was positive you are being held in neglect, and you cannot ride to the Pendleton hospital that we have to stop and get a referral to take the baby to Portland. What? But once they are on their way then you can follow them up there. She sent my other half with the baby when he did not know her feeding schedule because he was always at work. Along with the fact that Maria herself said that he had a previous founding for abuse against his other daughter. Yet he was okay to take my two-month-old baby to Portland. She did not want me to go to the first hospital because I could've stopped the whole thing right there. The thing is they jetted off and left me there crying with my son. If I am neglectful why was I okay to be left with my son? The caseworker had forgotten about him, and a little while after they arrived she realized what she did and she told my mom that she had to call her husband and have him leave work to go check on My son who was of course fine. My son and my daughter were never in any danger, 12 years I have had not one problem like this. But none of that mattered to CPS. When the Doctor in Pendleton examined my daughter he said and what the hell are we doing here. This baby is completely fine. The caseworker and her supervisor left the room with the Doctor and when he returned he said well I think maybe they should go ahead and have a closer look at the mark on her arm. They jetted off to Portland and left my mom stranded at the hospital. Where my son and I eventually picked her up. I don't know what all was said in between that time but I know my mom ran her mouth when she should've just kept it shut. Before departing Maria had my mom sign a protection plan that stated she was to be in the line of sight vision of both children whenever I was around. I could not be left alone with my kids whatsoever. So I pick up my mom and we head to Portland, and we arrived at 3 am tired sore from being in the car. We go up to my daughter's room, and immediately they tell us only two are allowed at the bedside at all times, and that my son couldn't be there at all due to the COVID-19 virus that was just hitting our area of the united states. My mom asked about the safety plan and the nurse said I would listen to What Cps is telling you to do which meant that I couldn’t be a the hospital, and I couldn't be left at the hotel with my son. This is after Maria said my son was all cleared everything was okay good to go. So we take off to look for a hotel room and guess what no hotel could check us in until at least noon the next day. So we all three my son, my mom, and me slept in my little crossover Jeep compass, in portland.  The next day we got a room and got checked in. Now mind you we had to pay for everything gas, room, food all of it and never got any reimbursement anything but hell. We did not know what to do about the safety plan, and so we just waited. Well, the doctors at the hospital in portland wondered why I was not there, and basically, maria did a good job at making me a huge piece of shit. Finally, Maria called and said it was okay that I needed to go to the hospital, and there a worker would also be meeting with us. I got there and the doctors met and talked to me it was all bullshit, and they milked my insurance good knowing there was nothing wrong with the baby. One night they had run a bunch of tests including negative drug panels, they did cat scans and ultrasounds. They brought in a speech specialist to try out a bunch of bottles after I had already gotten it figured out they changed her bottle and her feeding schedule. All in one night everything was different. They said they needed to see me with my daughter so that's what I did. Oh and the mark on baby's arm this horrible bruise guess what it turns out it wasn't a bruise at all. It's a rare birthmark a hemangioma. The abuse allegations were dropped right there. They said the baby was fine to go home, but because she had gained weight since being there that we were found for neglecting to feed her like we purposefully tried to starve her. No, we just did not have enough time to get her weight up before we saw that fucked up baby-snatching cunt Diane Knight. They said before they could release her we had to meet with the fill-in CPS worker who would be showing up. I told them then she needs to get here I want to be the priority it is Friday and we cannot afford to stay in Portland anymore. I had already spent my car payment for that month on this trip, and now my mom was spending her money.  The worker came quickly after that and we talked with her and she was much better than Maria. She listened to us hadn't completely judged. She said we would be fine to take her home as long as my mom still agreed to be safety provider, and if we gave them a drug test today. This is where we fucked up but we had been so many days we both thought we were clean. They also didn't care what the results were that day just that we took them. So we did, and they released baby we had to pay for one more night at the hotel and jetted off in the middle of the US freaking out about COVID. They had shut us down and I mean almost everything. I t was chaos on the return trip. Along with a baby who was not happy about being stuck in a car all that time. The car was packed full with all of us. We barely were able to get gas because all the gas pumps we stopped at were down. We barely made it home, and I am going to have to continue the rest of the story soon.

Part 3 of Introduction Challenges August 31st, 2020   So, I left the story at rescheduling the baby’s doctor's appointment. Since it was a reschedule baby’s doctor was out of town the set us up with the doctor who was in charge of the baby’s doctor’s workload at the time. Which was March 10th I will never forget that day and meeting Diane Knight. We were both so proud of our selves for fixing baby’s problems with eating and spitting up ourselves, and when Diane Knight entered the exam room she came in the room ready to shame us, she started in on the voluntary weight check that I had previously called and canceled. She tried to say that we had missed like 4 weight checks like they were not voluntary, and we broke some kind of rules. She continued by mentioning the 2 months check-up I missed staring directly at me not my partner just me like it was all my fault. So I tried explaining to her that we all got sick for a while and I was ill the day of baby’s appointment. She heard none of it. She went further to say that she was extremely concerned, and thought we needed to admit the baby to the hospital to see what exactly was wrong with her.   She would hear nothing we had to say, and my partner decided to choose this time to mention a lump in her arm we were worried about. I was not going to say anything at this appointment because I knew exactly what would happen and It did. The lump is a bluish color I had found previously a week or so before. I asked my grandmother about it and about my fears to say anything. She said she didn’t know what it was but she observed the same things I did, it doesn’t hurt her or bother her in any way, that the lump moved around, and that was about al ewe could tell. Well, My daughter’s dad decided to bring lt to the doctor’s attention. WE BROUGHT IT UP TO HER. Yet she jumped back from our baby and asked in an outraged voice what happened there. We both said we do not know but it doesn’t hurt her and it’s looked the same since we noticed it.   She wasn’t having it she said I am going to have to get x-rays it could be a fracture. I said no it’s not a fracture it’s not an injury. We don’t know what it is but we know it’s not an injury. She says I don’t know that. I said okay do your x-ray, lets get this going. Diane took that as hostile, and pretty much had pegged me for beating my daughter maybe losing my temper when maybe the baby wouldn’t stop crying. All bull shit I know either one of us hurt the baby plain and simple. But I understood where she was coming from. So we went down to x-ray they did all kinds of skull exrays etc. But the doctor didn’t stop there and order a urine sample, and a blood draw form my poor baby it was a good 4-5 hours getting everything done. My little two-month-old baby was then held down by a nurse as the phlebotomist attempted to stick a huge needle in my daughter’s arm. Her dad could not do it and he left the room. When the stuck the needle in her arm she cried out mom and was bawling. The first time I heard my daughter say mom, she was crying out in pain and fear and couldn’t understand why these ladies were hurting her. The lying ass staff kept saying they were going to check her for pneumonia that’s why the blood draw. I was so distraught I missed the fact that pneumonia is found in chest x-ray, not blood draws. When my daughter screamed I jumped up and went over to her she immediately calmed down. And They staff was amazed and shocked that she loved me like I was a huge piece of shit who hurt her all the time. The second time the got it they had to poke her twice. After that, we were told we had to wait for the result s of the x-rays before we were allowed to go.   I finally went out and got some air while we were waiting and when I did the doctor pulled my daughter's dad aside and showed him a paper. This paper was a medical record, or mine and babies. I supposedly showed that my baby had tested positive for meth at birth. This was either of us would hear anything about it the hospital discharged us without a word. That doesn’t ever happen. Another I hadn’t done any meth. Since finding out I was having a baby. I am not a perfect person, I have demons just like everyone else. I know we wouldn’t have left without the hospital staff saying something about it because I had a previous miscarriage that was very bad and ended up in the hospital for a blood transfusion. They were all over it and the was no baby going home with me. They sent someone in asking about rehab and whatnot.   I was not that bad, but everything that happened after the positive test was blamed on drug use. So, I know they would   Ve said something. My partner told her it had to be wrong or a lie and she looked at him and said oh she never told you I'm sorry. When in reality either of us had been informed at all about it. The baby and dad then came out to the car where I was at. He told me everything that Diane had said to him. I was pissed and confused. But like I already 100% knew the mark on her arm came back clear it was not from trauma or abuse. But upon returning home from this horrible day, we look at our cameras and see that a social worker and a cop were banging on the door. That cunt doctor turned us in anyways. Because she diagnosed our daughter with failure to thrive she would not listen to our previous struggles and the fac we had just figure it all out, and she just hadn’t had enough time to gain any weight. She lied to us in what she was taking her blood for and we had already figure it was to test her for drugs. Which of course she came back clean.   We decided not to answer and they after a few rather short moments went away. I am going to have to continue into part 4 there is so much more to tell of this nightmare.  Like I said before don't ever take your children for granted because they can be taken away you think it could never happen to you, it can!