I became rather sick after the birth of my second son, and I almost dropped my infant several times. I was constantly in pain and later found out I had lupus but not until it was too late. My sister TOOK custody of BOTH my boys, probably for their benefit at the time but still she took. I was to get a job and my own place to get them back. I attempted to but constantly was in pain, had severe migraines, and almost daily was vomitting. She had had custody of them for 2 years by then so I consented to an adoption. I was not able to work and I did not want my babies in project housing. When the adoption went through, my oldest son stopped calling mommy. The word mom hurts. I love my babies dearly, and I want to hear them call me mom, not my sister.
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