I'm gonna try to keep this short, but there's a lot to say. My life is a convoluted mess right now.
I was in the shower on Thursday when my daughter got hurt. We took her to the ER and found out that she had a broken leg and a dislocated hip. She had surgery on the 4th and now she's in a waist-high cast that covers all of her left leg and half of her right thigh, she's doing much better. But, she'll be in that cast for six to eight weeks. That's a long time for a little girl to lay in bed.
Because my brother's story of what happened doesn't explain her injuries, Social Services came to take my kids away. My two boys, Rich and Dustin are in a foster home. We can call them, but we can't see them until tomorrow. My daughter's still in the hospital. She was ready for discharge yesterday, but they didn't want to risk moving her around in that cast. We're allowed to visit her as long as someone's there to watch us. Same with the other two, just in a different place and not until Monday. We're going to have to go to court, most likely on Tuesday. The judge will decide what happens from there.
Social Services and the Sheriff's Office have been interrogating everyone. My brother has to go take a lie detector test tomorrow. He said repeatedly that he'd never try to hurt her, and I believe him. I've seen the look on his face and heard him cry over the phone. However, the nurses and doctor say that the injury couldn't have happened the way he said it did. They think it wasn't an accident... but, you'd also think that if someone grabbed and twisted a little girl's leg hard enough to break it and dislocate her hip, that it would leave bruises or scratch marks or -something-.
There aren't marks of any kind on the outside of her skin.
My husband and everyone on his side of the family is pissed at him right now. I'm not as pissed as they are, but I'm still a little angry. Whether what he did was intentional or not it's still his fault that all these things are happening. He is going to be arrested and spend a few nights in jail, that's enough for me. I don't want him to get sent to prison for years, but at the same time we've told him repeatedly not to touch or spank our kids. He never listened. I think that a few days in jail will give him time to think about what he did to her.
The saddest part of this whole thing is that it was completely preventable, I don't think that one of kid's legs had to be broken to get him to realize that he needs to stop being so rough with them. But that's exactly the way it happened, regardless.
Right now, I honestly don't care that much about what happens to him. All I can think about is getting my kids back. The house is just too quiet where there should be noise. Everywhere I look there's a toy they're not playing with or a seat or bed they're not sitting or laying in, a TV they're not watching. I can't bare dwelling on it. All I want to think about right now is doing whatever it takes to get them back. Until the day that they're living in the same house with me again, getting them back is my first priority. Anything to do with my brother is just going to be his problem right now, not mine.
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