Page Three
This picture was taken at Carolyn's home last December, 2000, during the second "unsupervised" visit, in her living room. At that time I was given three hours with my daughter. I could of went to Carolyn's home, picked up my daughter and return three hours later. Prior to that my daughter had little contact with me (not of my choosing). The first such visit I spent at Carolyn's home the entire time. My daughter was on familiar turf. The second visit was similar, but towards the end, put her coat on and took her for a short ride in the neighborhood (lasting about 15 minutes) so she would get use to being with me in the car and a different routine. By the third visit I had no trouble with her in the car. As for the picture below, as mentioned it was taken in Carolyn's home. Another picture showing my daughter's nose stuffed with buggers.
Supplement
As mentioned, my first visit was on 07-21-2000, holding my daughter for the first time when she was 11 months old. It took five months of being forced to walk like a snail to get to the "unsupervised" stage and having my first "unsupervised" visit on 12-09-2000. During that time, as Carolyn would bring my daughter to the main office of Children & Youth for the visits, it seemed my daughter was always plagued with something. What is it this time? A cold, ear infection, another bruise. And this time? Another cold, ear infection or lung congestion. (I brought my video camera along which captured the audio and Carolyn's statements.)
When things got transferred to Carolyn's home, so to speak, I took many pictures and video. The picture below was taken in Carolyn's kitchen. Not only did I focus on my daughter but also was making a record of Carolyn's home. (A home report will be added shortly.)
This woman, her family, wanted my daughter in the worst way. (I remember when the day came to have the first overnight visit. Carolyn was a wreck. She has a lousy poker face. There she was, sitting on the sofa and she couldn't talk, making several attempts to clear her throat as if she was trying to swallow a bowling ball. Desperation was also plaguing that house. At first I hoped to collect my "evidence" never to be used. But by March 03, 2001, I had enough and faxed the social worker, Jodi Hertzberg, a letter listing a brief account of my complaints with Carolyn's home in regards to my daughter's health and how this family crossed a line miles ago and were too attached to my daughter.
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Updated: 12-09-2001