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Little Branches Pgs 1-6

Little Branches Pgs 1-6

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Dianne Hoover writes about her foster babies. This is an excerpt from her book Behind The Silence which is soon to be published.
Dianne Hoover writes about her foster babies. This is an excerpt from her book Behind The Silence which is soon to be published.

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Published by: jas2maui on Feb 16, 2014
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Little Branches...Part 1
Page 1
Like the tender little branches find protection from the strong winds, I wanted to give the new little  babies a chance for a good start in life. I knew I might not have each baby very long and that real-ity was my biggest concern. How would I deal with the loss, if I had a baby for several months? How would it effect Carol Ann and would Charles be able to handle the crying that was bound to interrupt his sleep? I decided that I only wanted brand new babies, knowing that their needs were, feed me, change me
and hold me. I could do that very well. I thought of my role as a mama bird to her baby birds…. I
would be a human nest, but would anybody understand my motives, I thought. The money the welfare would pay us, was not my primary reason. But it was, for other people I had talk to, who take on that kind of a major responsibility. As I recall the interview with the Welfare people, it went very well and I thought they liked us right from the start. The questions they ask were not hard to answer, and the bottom line was, how soon could we bring a new baby to your home? Of course they needed to come out and make an inspection. No problem for us. We had prepared for this intrusion and Charles was just as excited as I was. Carol Ann was telling all her little friends and I knew they were envious. I was told that they would furnish baby clothes, all medical expenses, and there would be regular visits with a welfare worker. "We better buy a baby crib, Charles said" and what about bottles,
Carol Ann said, we will need all that kind of stuff too"…Yea! You guys are really thinking, so it's
all settled, I'll go next week and get everything we need. It was hard to keep this excitement under control and I wanted to let my girl friends know about my plans and how different things were going to be around our house. Along with these changes, were frequent visits with Beck. He was very lonely and started coming over two to three times a week. Poor guy, he acted so lost and I didn't know how to relate to him. So we just watched TV until he would leave to go home to the empty little garage house. It wasn't long until he quit coming around and when we went out to visit him, I was greeted at the door by a stranger. She looked to be around fifty years old and her two teen age daughters were  peering out from behind the bathroom door."I would like to pick up some of mom's things, I told
Beck" He looked at me funny and I couldn't wait to get out of there…. I never went back and Beck disappeared into the past. I put the experience along with the other pain and gave it to Sarah….
 Several weeks later I heard that the lady was an old friend from Beck's past and had read about Mom's death in the paper. She contacted Beck and then just moved in, lock, stock and barrel.
 "Don't worry about it, she will help Beck get over the loss and everything will be just find, Charles said, who knows, they might even get married"
For the next few nights, I went to sleep, thinking about another little baby…. Behind the silence.
Page 2
Altogether, I had five babies and one little three-year-old girl, named Tressa. Each baby was to-tally different. The first baby, Danny, was tiny and very cute. A little boy with a pug nose like a
 button. Then came Big John…he weighed eleven pounds and his hands and feet were huge, he had
no hair, and he took his formula in big gulps. But then, he slept better for long periods of time then any of the other ones. Little Mary Lynn was a real beauty. She was seven months old when they brought her to us. She had big brown eyes, olive skin and light brown hair that was in ringlets after her bath. As always with each new baby, we were given a brief history of the mother but not the father. The reason for that was the mother didn't want to reveal who he was, or just didn't know. With Mary Lynn, we were told that her mother was a schoolteacher, around thirty years old and she couldn't continue with her teaching career and take care of her baby, so the choice to give her up was necessary. This beautiful little girl was tested for her IQ and she was in the very high level. Also, she was completely potty trained, could turn the light switch on and off. She was not with us for very long and secretly I envied her new parents. It was a big surprise when we were told by our social worker that they needed a special home for a little baby boy, who had been left on a church door step, and she would be coming to take Mary Lynn to her permanent home. I had just read about it in the newspaper only 2 days earlier. I didn't know just what to expect but I told Charles and Carol Ann the news and they were sad to know we were losing Mary Lynn, but excited about the new one coming. Shocking, is the best word to describe my immediate reaction, when I opened the door to see an officer holding a bundle in his arms. The social worker introduced him and she took the bundle
from his arms and placed him in mine….."He has no name, she said, so we have been calling him
"Little Tony", because we have found out that his mother is Mexican and we are not sure, but his father may be Negro. When I lifted the blanket and saw this little abandon baby, tears come to my eyes. Oh God please let me give this little one the best care I can. Very little information was available about Tony ex-cept they knew his nervous system was not developed and possibly, he had been exposed to drugs. For the next few weeks, we hovered over Tony like brand new parents do with their first child. We all took turns feeding him, and Charles didn't say a word about his dark skin. He looked more Ne-gro then Mexican. When I took him out with me to the market or drug store, I could see strange stares from people in the check out line. Cute baby, is he yours? Or how old is THE baby? And one lady just come right out and ask if my baby was BLACK. We became very attached to Little Tony. After his bath, I would put him on our big bed and hold him by feet, raising his legs up and down real gentle and sing to him. I gave him the nickname of
"Loving Spoonful"…Someday, your going to break some girl's heart, I thought.
 At two months old, I felt it was safe to take Tony to church with us. His feeding and sleeping hab-
its were good and I could leave him in the nursery. Everything went well and I took him every Sunday after that. We had him for about three months and for weeks after they took him; we talked about him and how much we loved him. "Lets not get another baby for a while", Charles and Carol Ann said. I agreed and it very quite around the dinner table. Charles went to work and Carol Ann went to school. I made a matching
mother and daughter outfit for Carol Ann and I…….
Page 3
The kids in the neighbor were growing by leaps and bounds as was Carol Ann. She was active in school sports and took part in church programs. I remember watching her fix her hair and of course every hair had to be just perfect. She's just like me, I thought. Summer was getting close. Soon the weather would start changing and I looked forward to another vacation. What about going up the coast, I mentioned one Saturday morning? Sounds great to me Charles said in his usual matter a fact way. When the phone rang, Carol Ann raced to get it as her girl friends picked Saturday to call so they
could make plans for the beach or some other place exciting…. But, this time, the call was of an
entirely different nature. "Mom, it's the social worker and she sounds excited, wants to talk with you" The voice on the other end was slightly low and I wasn't sure if I recognized it. "We were like to know if you and your husband would be interested in taking into your home, a little three year old girl. Her name is Tressa". The words were music to my ears. The women went on to tell me that this little girl had some problems and we would need to come into their office to talk with them and then later they would set up a time for us to meet Tressa. "Let me tell a little bit about this little girl" the social worker
said…. Tressa's parents are not her biological parents. She was
adopted as a baby from a local doctor, a friend of the family.  Not long after, they were told they could also adopt a little boy who was also born to the same
mother…. But had a different father. The same doctor assisted in this exchange.
Problems developed between Tressa's adoptive mom and Tressa. The mom was very strict and
made Tressa sit for long periods at the table…. Along with spankings and other types of abuse un-til there was a personality clash and the decision was made…."Either she (Tressa) goes or I go"
was what the mom told her husband. It was settled, the mom brought Tressa in and just gave her
up…. Period.
 That meeting lasted all morning and we were told that we could come back the following Saturday and meet Tressa, and take her back home with us. When we walked in the room, Tressa was throwing books and some toys across the room. I had  brought along a little baby doll and when I gave it to her, she slung it half way across the room and
it bounced up against the door. I looked at Charles and he gave me a funny…. Oh shit look and sat
down on the big sofa. I thought for a minute he was going to yell, "lets get the hell out of here" but he didn't

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