It’s never easy to do right when it involves the conflict of traumatic suffering factored into the decision. I worked the second busiest emergency room in Los Angeles County, with the highest census of child abuse, so believe me when I say it is heartbreaking and gut-twisting to take an action that may be the right way to go where their is never a winner. Sending some special love to Rumpydog’s mom, Jen, for all she tirelessly does to help us human and advocate for the voiceless.
This weekend I did something that fills the nightmares of almost every mother in the world.
I took a child from its mother.
I didn’t take this step lightly. I didn’t do it without support from others. I only did so after there appeared to be no less drastic measure to insure the child remained safe. But it was me that took the child from its mother and drove away.
I can’t speak for every person who does this kind of work. But I bet many know how I feel right now. There’s a heavy ache in my gut that nothing seems to soothe.
I replay everything in my mind. I keep asking myself if there was something that could have been done to prevent this from having to happen.
And my soul burns with the knowledge that, despite what has happened to make it necessary for this child to…
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