Reclaiming the Sand(93)

I did as I was asked and went out into the hallway. While I was waiting I saw a couple of people in professional suits talking with the nurse on duty.

Instinct told me they were here for Dania. And I was right. A few minutes later, the nurse led them down the hallway towards me. I watched as they slipped into Dania’s room and closed the door. Dr. Ball and the nurse left a few minutes later, telling me I was free to go inside.

Dania’s shoulders were shaking when I returned. Her hair covered her face, but I knew she was crying. One of the suits sat in the chair closest to Dania’s bed. The other stood a little off to the side. They both looked up at me as I entered.

The woman in the chair gave me a strained smile. “Are you a family member?” she asked me.

“She’s my sister,” Dania said defiantly. She had some paperwork in her lap, the pages blotted with her tears.

“Oh, well hello. My name is Sharon Miller. I’m a caseworker for the Department of Health and Human Resources Child Protective Services Unit. I’m here to talk about Miss Blevins’ baby.”

“He has a name! It’s Brandon!” she yelled, her tears melting away into anger. I was relieved to see some of her spark return. Angry Dania was a hell of a lot better than unemotional Dania.

Brandon.

That was the first time I had heard his name.

“Of course.” Sharon Miller nodded her head and looked down at the file in her lap. “Your hearing has been scheduled for this Friday. It would behoove you to be there,” she said. Who the hell says words like behoove? I wanted to smack her.

“At this time the judge will listen to the evidence and determine whether Brandon will be remanded into the care of the state for an extended period of time. I’m putting together a service plan that I will be passing on to your foster care worker. It details the criteria for visitation and possible reunification down the line. But Miss Blevins, this is serious. Your son has significant medical issues that will impact his health for the rest of his life. This is directly related to your negligence. The judge will be taking your doctor’s reports into account as well as the report from the neonatal unit who are currently providing his care. You need to start thinking about where you want to go from here, and what you can do to see your son again, if that’s what you want,” Sharon said, her pleasant smile evaporating. Her mouth set into a firm line as she looked at Dania with barely disguised contempt.

“Wait, so Brandon is in state custody?” I asked, trying to understand exactly what Dania was facing.

I was looking at Dania who had started to cry again, her hands covering her face. Obviously I wasn’t going to get any answers for her, so I turned to Sharon who nodded.

“We were notified by the pediatrician on duty after Brandon’s birth. Miss Blevins was reported to be intoxicated when she arrived at the hospital and was rushed in for an emergency C-section. The unborn child was at significant risk. Brandon was born with a hole in his heart that has required surgery. His lungs are underdeveloped, given that he is three months premature. He is currently breathing through a ventilator. His condition is very grave. And while it is believed he will survive, he will have a long, difficult road ahead of him. And it is alleged that his condition is due to Miss Blevins’ continued drug and alcohol use while pregnant. Brandon, aside from his defects, was also diagnosed with fetal alcohol syndrome. The state has been granted emergency custody, which is standard in cases like this. He will be found a foster home after he is strong enough to leave the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit over at Barkely General.”

Sharon got to her feet and put the folder she had been holding back into her bag. Her colleague, who hadn’t said a word, slipped out into the hallway. Sharon looked down at Dania, who was still crying.

“I know this is difficult for her. But she has to think long and hard about what she’s going to do from here. She has the opportunity to turn this around. The department will work to provide her with the resources she needs to get counseling and parenting support. She may even be able to visit Brandon. And maybe, down the road, she will have a chance to raise him herself.” Sharon’s face softened a bit and I knew she wasn’t a bad person. Just someone working a sad and depressing job.

“Will you make sure she’s at her hearing on Friday?” she asked me.

I nodded. “I’ll try,” I said.

Sharon nodded and gave me a small smile. “Okay then, please let Dania know we’ll be in touch,” she said before walking out of the room.

I turned back to Dania. She had stopped sobbing and was now staring at the ceiling.

I walked over to her and took the paperwork from her hands. It was a legal document detailing the Department of Health and Human Resources’ emergency custody of Brandon. It was stated that it was granted on the grounds of child endangerment and abuse and neglect at the hands of his biological mother, Dania Blevins. It listed her court hearing on Friday.

“Dania, are you okay?” I asked, not knowing what else to say.

She just shook her head, the tears starting up again.

“He’s gone. I’ve lost him,” she mumbled.

“But the CPS lady said you can work on getting him back. You can visit him,” I reasoned.

Dania would only shake her head. “He’s gone,” she said again.

I sat down in the chair that Sharon, the CPS worker, had vacated only minutes before. I held Dania’s hand while she cried, not sure what else I could do to help her.