Hello,
I’m writing this to beg for help to keep my sweet, sweet babies I’ve fought so hard for.
I’m currently 9 months into a high-risk pregnancy with twins and currently wheelchair-bound. I was just told I can’t handle my babies in a wheelchair (even though I can still get up and walk around, they just say it’s “not enough”) and should have them taken from me while all the resources I was being provided are being stripped from me a week before delivery to set me up for failure. HELP PLEASE!!!
I didn’t know what my purpose was, until I knew it was to protect and love them.
I have had Plan A, B, C, D, E, and so on fall through throughout this pregnancy and now I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place and the state is starting to keep their eyes on me as a result.
After a traumatic and dangerous incident with the father, I was forced to pack up and leave with the police in the middle of the night to save our lives in the first trimester.
I had to start over staying with family, who didn’t really care to keep us safe either. After being put in so many compromising situations, I was forced to pack up and discreetly leave in the second trimester with even less than I had before to keep all 3 of us safe.
In the third trimester, I was offered a place to stay by my late best friend’s family, who was taken away too soon by domestic violence. Fed up with me staying there, someone tried to purposely give me COVID to get me to leave a week early. So again, I left with even less of my personal belongings and was forced to start over again to keep all 3 of us safe.
I was stuck on the streets, shivering and getting rained on standing in line in front of a church meal line, holding onto the two car seats for the twins for dear life (since you can give birth at any time with a high-risk pregnancy and I had nowhere else to put them). People kept trying to grab them and I held onto them so tight I had bruises on my legs because you can’t leave the hospital with your babies without them.
I ate the dinner I got under a balcony in the rain, and was making phone call after phone call to find a place to stay. I was crying and scared since the sun was setting and it was starting to be nighttime and I was getting hung up on while scary men kept hovering around.
I found temporary shelter in a restaurant, but I quickly got kicked out but thank God in the meantime that someone I’d reached out to had a big enough heart to help us get a hotel for the night.
I accidentally checked out late from oversleeping from being so exhausted but still found a shelter that would take us. They would give us 3 meals a day and a place to stay.
It was a dream come true… or so I thought.
Slowly, the staff began acting more and more strange. I would report that I was getting bullied and I would be told that I was “more than welcome to leave” rather than fixing the problem.
At mealtimes, the kitchen would feed me less and less food while everyone else got more.
Then, the staff told me I was being kicked out as soon as I have my babies and that I’m a misfit mother by being in a wheelchair and that my children should be taken from me.
Later that day, I got a call from my OB that I need to have my babies sooner rather than later because my risk of complications is growing every day and set a day to have them next week.
So, now I’m left scrambling to try to find a place to stay (even though a woman there just gave birth two weeks ago with her 4 other children and they let her stay) while trying to figure out how to have some money in my pocket to support us financially (which I was under the impression they would help with that too, but they haven’t).
I had also teamed up with a local program that’s supposed to help single moms stay afloat, but she actually took the shelter’s side. And the program had promised me many things (double stroller, double bassinet, diapers, etc) that they would help me with that now they’re taking away last minute so now the rug is being swept from under my feet even worse.
They said that I need to at least stay with a friend to increase my chances of keeping them since I’m not “able to be trusted to take care of them myself.” I’m asking around, but also desperately trying to find a shelter, but many of them openly discriminate against people with wheelchairs and reject them automatically or make them feel like they’re promising, make them jump through hoops, and then still deny them (like this last one.)
I’m asking for donations to help me to finally get on my feet.
I need to get the double stroller, double bassinet, money for transportation (especially!!) to get them and get to other places like the grocery store with WIC and food stamp office, food for us, a wheelchair-friendly vehicle, eventually my own place, emergencies, anything. Because I currently have nothing to my name, and I have less than a week to get myself together for my babies despite all these obstacles thrown in my way at the VERY last minute to challenge me for them to try to take my babies from me.
I have always made something work, even if it’s temporary, for my babies, and I don’t plan on stopping now.
Please help me give a huge middle finger to these people trying to sabotage the 2 most beautiful things that have ever happened to me and help me to be more financially stable while I do my part in finding a (safe and comfortable) place for us to stay.
PayPal: paypal.me/marijaxx
(PayPal preferred, but it doesn’t make a big difference)
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