3 years and I'm not over it...
Oct 10, 2015 19:19:06 GMT -5
Post by Teg on Oct 10, 2015 19:19:06 GMT -5
On April 02, 2010 I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I named her Ginny Rose. She was named after my great grandmother, Virginia, who passed away when I was a teenager.
Ginny was born with a rare birth defect where her legs didn’t grow the way they should have. The defect is called Fibular Hemimelia. This defect caused my child to be born with out a fibula bone in either leg and she was born without feet. They caught it while I was still pregnant with her, but I wanted her either way. She was my baby.
When she was born, her father was incarcerated and I was living with family in South Carolina. Just before she turned one, her dad and I rented a house together not far from where we were living and we moved out of my families home. Of course that caused all kinds of problems. They were mad because we were no longer paying them rent and they had received a foreclosure notice on their house shortly after we left. Apparently, them getting the notice was my fault because I moved to better my own life.
At any rate, when Ginny turned a year old she had surgery on both of her legs. The surgery was meant to round out her limbs so it would be easier to fit her for prosthetic legs and enable her to walk when she was ready. The surgery went well and she received her new legs, but she wasn’t interested in using them. In my personal opinion, the first set were very poorly made and I am almost certain that they bothered her skin and her little nubs.
Several months after her surgery, her dad and I were given the opportunity to move back to Charleston into our old trailer. All we would have to pay was the lot rent and the electric and water, along with any other bills we had. Though it sounded way too good to be true, we moved back anyway. When we got there, we found that the place had been condemned and it needed a lot of work to make the place livable.
The kids and I stayed with a good friend of mine for almost two months while the trailer was brought back to a livable condition. By this point I was several months pregnant with our son, Wyatt. Eventually, we were able to move into the house. In December, of 2011 my now ex ended up back in jail and I was alone raising two kids and pregnant with a third. His friend had come to stay with me to help out with the kids so that I could work. He introduced me to a few people and one of those people had a 17 year old daughter.
I ended up working out a deal with the daughter after my son was born. The girl lived in the house with me and watched my kids while I worked and went to school. When I was home, she could come and go as she pleased. At the time, I thought it was a win-win situation. My how I was so very wrong.
In April of 2012, shortly after Ginny’s second birthday, Ginny got very sick. The doctor told me she had strep throat and was dehydrated, so she had me give her a lot of fluids. By the end of the week, I witnessed my little girl have a seizure in the middle of my living room floor. I immediately called 911.
When the paramedics arrived, they assessed her. They informed me that she didn’t have a seizure, but they weren’t sure what was going on and then took her to the hospital. While at the hospital, my baby had another seizure during a spinal tap. At that point the doctors decided she needed to be transferred to the Medical University of South Carolina (MUSC) as they were the best children’s hospital in the area.
Freaking out, I called my mom and she came from Georgia to South Carolina with my two sisters. Upon their arrival at the hospital, my daughter had another seizure and completely stopped breathing. During that seizure she suffered a watershed stroke on the right side of her brain. From then on she was heavily sedated until they were able to get the seizures under control. It was an extremely horrible time for all parties involved. Her father was incarcerated still and I had to notify him through the detention center of what was going on. He wasn’t able to be there at all.
She spent three, almost four, weeks in the hospital. During that time, the Department of Social Services stepped in and did an investigation on me as the hospital reported me for possible child abuse. Which, by the way, was completely insane. I don’t even believe in physical discipline on children. Anyway, they found bleeding on Ginny’s brain and behind the retinas of her eyes. Immediately, without further investigation, they assumed it was because someone shook her. So DSS took my other two kids into custody and placed my daughter with her father’s family and my son with a friend so they wouldn’t go into the foster system. My daughter Ginny was placed with a foster family and I was told I couldn’t even see her with a social worker with me at the hospital. I was livid.
In June of 2012, the ended their investigation because the hospital deemed that the injuries that my daughter suffered were due to another birth defect that we didn’t know she had. She had what they call a “Narrowing of the Superior Sagittal Sinus.” Basically the main blood vessel that runs through her brain was very narrow and at some point it ruptured causing the bleeding. They ruled out child abuse and all of my children were returned back to me.
When the kids came home, their babysitter was still living with me. My kids loved her. They were extremely happy to see her and ran right up to her and hugged her when they saw here.
Exactly one month later on July 2nd, I get a phone call at work from my landlord wanting to know what was going on at my house. There were cops, firetrucks, and ambulances at my house. I called the baby sitter to see what was going on and was informed that my daughter, Ginny, was found unresponsive and not breathing in the baby sitter’s bed.
She told me she had laid her down to take a nap and because she wasn’t feeling well, she checked on her 15 minutes later and found her unresponsive and not breathing with her lips blue. She claims that she called me before calling 911, but I never received a phone call from her.
A cop came to my work and I followed her to the hospital where the ambulance took my daughter. When I got to the hospital, they wouldn’t even let me see her until a detective spoke with me and interrogated me. I called my mom and explained the situation and she and my sister got in the car and drove there right away.
After talking with the detective, just before they transferred my daughter to MUSC again, I finally got to see her. At that point she was already on life support and no one would give me any answers. They transferred her to MUSC and I headed home. I had two other kids at home, with a 17 year old girl who was freaking out over what happened and I needed to be their until my mom got their to help.
Not even an hour after I got home a DSS caseworker was at my door. I was informed that I couldn’t be alone with my children because of what was going on with my daughter. My friend was to supervise me until my family arrived and then my sister was to take over. I had to sign something stating this. I was extremely pissed off that they were even involved, I didn’t even have time to wrap my head around anything that was going on.
I called the jail to notify them about the situation. Her dad was released from jail the next day for two weeks, to have to return on an expected date because of the circumstances. My mom and sister arrived sometime after 11pm. My sister stayed with my kids. My mom headed to the hospital and my oldest daughter’s father drove me to the hospital. When we got there, we got devastating news.
My daughter was completely brain dead. She had no brain activity whatsoever. They were going to repeat the tests in 24 hours and if there were no changes, we had a decision to make. My mom called the family, she flew everyone out and put them up in a hotel room. The next day people arrived and each of them came to the hospital.
On July 4th, 2012, they officially declared our daughter brain dead. At 10 am, we all entered my baby’s room and said goodbye. After that, I held her in my arms for some time. Her dad and I mutually agreed it was time to let her go. I couldn’t be in the room when they did it, so he held her until it was over and I left and hid in a room down the hall. The minute I closed the door, I hit the ground and I balled my eyes out. I could barely breath.
It was so surreal, my baby was gone. She had died and I couldn’t do anything to change that. Of course, DSS was involved and I was told my kids had to leave with family or go into the system so I opted to allow them to go with my dad and step-mom, another stupid mistake. After Ginny’s funeral, the kids went with their grandparents, everyone else headed home, and I was left alone to grieve.
Over a month went by before we got the official cause of death. The coroner’s report was inconclusive. My baby died from lack of oxygen to the brain, but they couldn’t find a case for it. In October of 2014, there was a coroner’s inquest into the death of my daughter. The inquest ruled that he baby-sitter was responsible for the death of my daughter. She was charged with homicide by child abuse with extreme indifference. I was devastated. I never suspected her, not a single time. In fact I defended her to many people. She never gave me a reason not to trust her or believe her.
Later in November, a judge dropped the charges because their wasn’t enough physical evidence to convict her. Mere presence was not evidence in a murder case. She was released from jail.
Meanwhile, I am back and fourth in and out of court for two years with my parents and DSS doing everything asked of us so we can get the kids back. In March of 2014, the court gave full custody of my two kids to my parents. Neither of us, nor our lawyer was given the chance to speak in court. The guardian ad litem blatantly lied in her report, which is what the judge made the decision based on. We can prove all of the lies in her report, but we weren’t even given the opportunity. But, we’ll touch base on that subject later on…
So basically, my daughter’s killer is running around free to do what ever she wants, and I’m fighting like hell to get my other two kids back home with me where they belong. Please, someone, tell me how this is justice being served?
My daughter is gone, she is never coming back. I love and miss her every single day. The other two kids ask about her a lot, though Wyatt was only three months old when she died. One thing I can say is this, I will never quit fighting. I won’t quit fighting for her, or the other two kids, or our daughter we have with us now.
Ginny Rose was a beautiful, happy little girl. She is missed by many, loved by all, and will forever remain in our hearts.
Ginny was born with a rare birth defect where her legs didn’t grow the way they should have. The defect is called Fibular Hemimelia. This defect caused my child to be born with out a fibula bone in either leg and she was born without feet. They caught it while I was still pregnant with her, but I wanted her either way. She was my baby.
When she was born, her father was incarcerated and I was living with family in South Carolina. Just before she turned one, her dad and I rented a house together not far from where we were living and we moved out of my families home. Of course that caused all kinds of problems. They were mad because we were no longer paying them rent and they had received a foreclosure notice on their house shortly after we left. Apparently, them getting the notice was my fault because I moved to better my own life.
At any rate, when Ginny turned a year old she had surgery on both of her legs. The surgery was meant to round out her limbs so it would be easier to fit her for prosthetic legs and enable her to walk when she was ready. The surgery went well and she received her new legs, but she wasn’t interested in using them. In my personal opinion, the first set were very poorly made and I am almost certain that they bothered her skin and her little nubs.
Several months after her surgery, her dad and I were given the opportunity to move back to Charleston into our old trailer. All we would have to pay was the lot rent and the electric and water, along with any other bills we had. Though it sounded way too good to be true, we moved back anyway. When we got there, we found that the place had been condemned and it needed a lot of work to make the place livable.
The kids and I stayed with a good friend of mine for almost two months while the trailer was brought back to a livable condition. By this point I was several months pregnant with our son, Wyatt. Eventually, we were able to move into the house. In December, of 2011 my now ex ended up back in jail and I was alone raising two kids and pregnant with a third. His friend had come to stay with me to help out with the kids so that I could work. He introduced me to a few people and one of those people had a 17 year old daughter.
I ended up working out a deal with the daughter after my son was born. The girl lived in the house with me and watched my kids while I worked and went to school. When I was home, she could come and go as she pleased. At the time, I thought it was a win-win situation. My how I was so very wrong.
In April of 2012, shortly after Ginny’s second birthday, Ginny got very sick. The doctor told me she had strep throat and was dehydrated, so she had me give her a lot of fluids. By the end of the week, I witnessed my little girl have a seizure in the middle of my living room floor. I immediately called 911.
When the paramedics arrived, they assessed her. They informed me that she didn’t have a seizure, but they weren’t sure what was going on and then took her to the hospital. While at the hospital, my baby had another seizure during a spinal tap. At that point the doctors decided she needed to be transferred to the Medical University of South Carolina (MUSC) as they were the best children’s hospital in the area.
Freaking out, I called my mom and she came from Georgia to South Carolina with my two sisters. Upon their arrival at the hospital, my daughter had another seizure and completely stopped breathing. During that seizure she suffered a watershed stroke on the right side of her brain. From then on she was heavily sedated until they were able to get the seizures under control. It was an extremely horrible time for all parties involved. Her father was incarcerated still and I had to notify him through the detention center of what was going on. He wasn’t able to be there at all.
She spent three, almost four, weeks in the hospital. During that time, the Department of Social Services stepped in and did an investigation on me as the hospital reported me for possible child abuse. Which, by the way, was completely insane. I don’t even believe in physical discipline on children. Anyway, they found bleeding on Ginny’s brain and behind the retinas of her eyes. Immediately, without further investigation, they assumed it was because someone shook her. So DSS took my other two kids into custody and placed my daughter with her father’s family and my son with a friend so they wouldn’t go into the foster system. My daughter Ginny was placed with a foster family and I was told I couldn’t even see her with a social worker with me at the hospital. I was livid.
In June of 2012, the ended their investigation because the hospital deemed that the injuries that my daughter suffered were due to another birth defect that we didn’t know she had. She had what they call a “Narrowing of the Superior Sagittal Sinus.” Basically the main blood vessel that runs through her brain was very narrow and at some point it ruptured causing the bleeding. They ruled out child abuse and all of my children were returned back to me.
When the kids came home, their babysitter was still living with me. My kids loved her. They were extremely happy to see her and ran right up to her and hugged her when they saw here.
Exactly one month later on July 2nd, I get a phone call at work from my landlord wanting to know what was going on at my house. There were cops, firetrucks, and ambulances at my house. I called the baby sitter to see what was going on and was informed that my daughter, Ginny, was found unresponsive and not breathing in the baby sitter’s bed.
She told me she had laid her down to take a nap and because she wasn’t feeling well, she checked on her 15 minutes later and found her unresponsive and not breathing with her lips blue. She claims that she called me before calling 911, but I never received a phone call from her.
A cop came to my work and I followed her to the hospital where the ambulance took my daughter. When I got to the hospital, they wouldn’t even let me see her until a detective spoke with me and interrogated me. I called my mom and explained the situation and she and my sister got in the car and drove there right away.
After talking with the detective, just before they transferred my daughter to MUSC again, I finally got to see her. At that point she was already on life support and no one would give me any answers. They transferred her to MUSC and I headed home. I had two other kids at home, with a 17 year old girl who was freaking out over what happened and I needed to be their until my mom got their to help.
Not even an hour after I got home a DSS caseworker was at my door. I was informed that I couldn’t be alone with my children because of what was going on with my daughter. My friend was to supervise me until my family arrived and then my sister was to take over. I had to sign something stating this. I was extremely pissed off that they were even involved, I didn’t even have time to wrap my head around anything that was going on.
I called the jail to notify them about the situation. Her dad was released from jail the next day for two weeks, to have to return on an expected date because of the circumstances. My mom and sister arrived sometime after 11pm. My sister stayed with my kids. My mom headed to the hospital and my oldest daughter’s father drove me to the hospital. When we got there, we got devastating news.
My daughter was completely brain dead. She had no brain activity whatsoever. They were going to repeat the tests in 24 hours and if there were no changes, we had a decision to make. My mom called the family, she flew everyone out and put them up in a hotel room. The next day people arrived and each of them came to the hospital.
On July 4th, 2012, they officially declared our daughter brain dead. At 10 am, we all entered my baby’s room and said goodbye. After that, I held her in my arms for some time. Her dad and I mutually agreed it was time to let her go. I couldn’t be in the room when they did it, so he held her until it was over and I left and hid in a room down the hall. The minute I closed the door, I hit the ground and I balled my eyes out. I could barely breath.
It was so surreal, my baby was gone. She had died and I couldn’t do anything to change that. Of course, DSS was involved and I was told my kids had to leave with family or go into the system so I opted to allow them to go with my dad and step-mom, another stupid mistake. After Ginny’s funeral, the kids went with their grandparents, everyone else headed home, and I was left alone to grieve.
Over a month went by before we got the official cause of death. The coroner’s report was inconclusive. My baby died from lack of oxygen to the brain, but they couldn’t find a case for it. In October of 2014, there was a coroner’s inquest into the death of my daughter. The inquest ruled that he baby-sitter was responsible for the death of my daughter. She was charged with homicide by child abuse with extreme indifference. I was devastated. I never suspected her, not a single time. In fact I defended her to many people. She never gave me a reason not to trust her or believe her.
Later in November, a judge dropped the charges because their wasn’t enough physical evidence to convict her. Mere presence was not evidence in a murder case. She was released from jail.
Meanwhile, I am back and fourth in and out of court for two years with my parents and DSS doing everything asked of us so we can get the kids back. In March of 2014, the court gave full custody of my two kids to my parents. Neither of us, nor our lawyer was given the chance to speak in court. The guardian ad litem blatantly lied in her report, which is what the judge made the decision based on. We can prove all of the lies in her report, but we weren’t even given the opportunity. But, we’ll touch base on that subject later on…
So basically, my daughter’s killer is running around free to do what ever she wants, and I’m fighting like hell to get my other two kids back home with me where they belong. Please, someone, tell me how this is justice being served?
My daughter is gone, she is never coming back. I love and miss her every single day. The other two kids ask about her a lot, though Wyatt was only three months old when she died. One thing I can say is this, I will never quit fighting. I won’t quit fighting for her, or the other two kids, or our daughter we have with us now.
Ginny Rose was a beautiful, happy little girl. She is missed by many, loved by all, and will forever remain in our hearts.
We can't afford the attorney so we can't take them to court. We've actually set up a go fund me account trying to raise the money for the lawyer that's been open and online for over 9 months but, we're only at 9% of our 4000$ goal.
