As I pull into daycare, I see a car in the parking lot belonging to child services. I begin to worry that a girl I knew might have been taken into care(grandma that was caring for her died and grandpa now raising her and her sister, doesn't have much family support, but doing the best he can). I walk in and am signaled by the daycare owner to come back where I see the investigator(I've met her a couple times before) with a paper with a report of child abuse with Smiley's name on it.
My heart sank and I started to shake.
Me: "what's wrong"
Investigator: I need to talk to you, can I get your number and address?
Me: (giving information)...WHAT'S WRONG??
Investigator: If you'd like, we can go outside and talk.
Me: (outside) What's wrong (trembling and terrified)
Investigator: We received a report that Smiley was in a carseat that kept tipping over and isolated from the other children.
Me: What!! My carseat is in secure...I'll show you (I begin walking to my car).
Investigator: No, the report isn't against you, it's against the daycare. They denied it but want to know what you think.
Me: It can't be true. They have always taken excellent care of all my foster children.
Investigator: Oh you're a foster parent? Is he a foster child?
Me: Not anymore, we adopted him in Nov.
Investigator: That's right...Smiley...I remember him.
Anyway, turns out day care owner fired a lady last week because she didn't like the way she was treating some of the kids. This lady is none other than stepson's mom's cousin, so it all makes sense now.
I told the investigator we fought so long to adopt him, I always fear being investigated for false accusations.
My heart is still racing. Scared the hell out of me. Hugged Smiley a little tighter tonight.
Btw, the boys will be arriving Fri. They also have an older sister that is 4, that we may consider taken if her current foster family cannot adopt her. I will not break the family bond they have just to put the siblings together though.