What I remember before I left the hospital:
1. Did I want my son circumcised. I said yes because I had read up on the benefits of this being done. It was all part of taking care of the child I expected to take home with me.
2. Did I want to name him. Yes I did. I had all his names long before his birth. Again, it was all part of assuming I was taking my child home.
When I left the hospital:
I was a mess. I simply could not believe what was going on. In truth, I have no memory of my Mother or Father at this point. I do know I was taken back to my parents home, but that is all I remember. I don’t remember them being there, anything said, nothing.
A short time after my son’s birth I was back at the doctors office for a check-up. When it happened or how I got there I have no idea.
This I remember like it was yesterday.…
I begged the doctor (who delivered him) to help me get my son back. I was in hysterics, crying, just begging him to help me. The doctor said he could not help me — and — told me he could no longer treat me and kicked me out of his office. Yes, he kicked me out of his office.
I was crying my eyes out and this doctor just ‘kicked me to the curb’.
All I remember at that point was wandering the streets in tears and asking the Gods for help.
When I got home I asked my parents (possibly only my Mum, I am not sure now because my father was away so much) to help me get my son back and they to said no.
I left and went to stay at my best friend’s home. This was the start of my spiral down a very bad path and the huge break with my parents.
