Our daughters’ sister went back into foster care a week ago. We begged social services that rather than return to foster care, she come to us short-term. Our pleas were ignored, and totally contrary to the legislation, social services did not even present this option to X. They would not give us the foster carer’s telephone number, or ask them to contact us. For the first 8 days of X’s return to care we had no way of reassuring X that we love her and will always be here for her.
As this week and the arguments progressed, our own social worker agreed to send X a card from us, and our DDP therapist tried to impress on social services how important it is for X and her sisters to be in contact asap. Eventually it was agreed that the foster carer would phone us this evening so the girls could speak. We have spent hours wondering and talking about how best to tell our girls what has happened, and worrying that the foster carer might not call.
This afternoon we sat down with Bubble and Squeak and told them the news. Predictably Bubble was furious, and Squeak was distraught. They had questions, many questions, and we tried to answer them as best we could. They are worried for both their sisters, one of whom remains with her adoptive family, and they are worried for themselves. We used the phrases ‘no matter what’ and ‘together forever’ a lot. We are all drained.
Thank goodness an hour later the foster carer rang. She seems a lovely woman, and is obviously doing a lot to build up a positive relationship with X. The girls got to chat – on speaker phone as stipulated by social services. A bit stilted at first, but they eventually got to the nitty gritty – is the food ok? Are you having sweets? Are you getting take-aways? Have you had any chocolate? (Notice any pattern here?!) And then: what is your bedroom like? Are there any other children there? Have you seen your sister? They planned birthday parties, they talked about good times they’d shared, and what they were going to be doing this weekend. Squeak told X she has made her a snow globe. We all told her much we loved her. Afterwards Bubble and Squeak wanted big hugs, ‘family hugs’.
Since then, we’ve kept close, we’ve eaten chocolate cake, and we’ve answered, as best we can, questions about when we will see X and how will we get Christmas presents to her and when will they be able to see X and their other sister, and and and…
Obviously – and annoyingly – the foster carer has to take the lead from social services as to the type and frequency of contact. But I have impressed on her how much contact we’ve previously had, and that we will do anything we can to ensure it continues. We’ve also told X’s mum and dad that we will do whatever we can to ensure all 4 girls see each other together. The foster carer won’t give us her phone number yet, but she has agreed to phone again on Sunday.
I hate that all the girls are having to endure this. They’ve been through enough in their short lives. This situation should never have come about. We tried our best to prevent it, and we offered a really great short term ‘solution’ when the worst happened. That we were ignored, and that X was not given any options is truly appalling. We’ll continue to do our best for the girls. We’ll help get our girls through this any way we can, for we are family. No. Matter. What.