This past week, I learned that being a Mom isn't always playing trucks and baby dolls. I'm a mom to two, beautiful children. My two and a half year old son decided to play "Superman" this past week and flew off the top of our couch and broke his leg. We had to call 911 and the ambulance came, transported him to a hospital where our day went from bad to worse.
We were told by a Social Worker that if his bone was broken or fractured, (which we were told later on was the same thing) then it would automatically be considered child abuse. It didn't matter what bone, just if a bone was broken. Of course, our hearts sunk, because we knew his bone was broken, but we also knew that no abuse was involved. It was just a simple case of a little boy being a little boy, playing around. They did a bone scan and it showed that his left femur was broken. Fortunately, for my son, it was a clean break and was going to be easily mended. Unfortunately for us, we were swarmed with police and CPS.
Talk about being in the middle of a nightmare. We were already in a state of shock with our little happy, smiley, rambunctious son being hospitalized for a broken bone. (We had to wait almost 2 hours to even get pain medication for him. Talk about child abuse, right? Crazy hospital.)
After 2 or so hours of debate, they finally decided to transfer him to a Children's hospital. So we packed up and went down there. Once there, our fears started to not be quite so intense, since the nurses and doctors there told CPS and us that these breaks are normal and not always due to abuse.
Long story short, CPS invaded our lives, our home and our children. They questioned, and questioned and questioned some more. They asked about everything; where we live, where we work, who are families are, where we went to school, how we met, what kind of food did we eat, what time we go to bed, what car we drive, what school did we plan on our kids going to, etc, etc, etc. If they could ask it, they asked it. They showed up at 4 am, rudely questioning my husband about his life in England and anything that could pertain to the abuse they assumed we had inflicted on our son. They showed up at my door at 5 am, looking through our home and taking pictures.
Later that day, things settled down and CPS pretty much disappeared for a while. We were discharged from the hospital. We took our perfect, beautiful little family home, where we had always felt safe. But now, it was invaded and felt like it wasn't always going to be a safe haven, away from prying eyes and questioning mouths. Now, before you get your knickers in a knot; I appreciate CPS. I know they have their place and have saved many a child from real abuse. They have their place. I just wish their place wasn't needed in my home. My consolation is that I knew I had nothing to hide. My son was just being a boy and had a freak accident. It's normal and I had nothing to worry about. Even the CPS worker who visited my home told me I was a good mom and that she could easily see my children were well taken care of.
So I say all that to simply say, "being a mom is hard sometimes!" But I also want to encourage moms out there that even tho life can throw unexpected curve-balls, they're really just little blips in the road. Once you get past the "Oh no! What is happening here?!!!" and "Why is this happening to ME!!!?," stop, think, and realize, "I can get through this. I'm strong and I have Jesus. That's all that matters."
This past week has taught me a lot. I still have my struggles and frustrations with everything that has happened. But when everything starts to overwhelm me and cause me to panic, I pause and think about all God has blessed me with. I am a Mom. I love it. It's a dream come true.
So love the ups and downs of being a Mom. Don't cringe or hold back from it. Let the blips in the road teach you to lean and depend on God more. After all, He is our all in all and He is the one who gifted us with our children. Let's enjoy the beautiful gift He gave!
Happy Mothering! <3
PS. As far as we know, the investigation is over. :)
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