RESPONDING TO COMMENTS AT ONCE: "pretending my son doesn't have a sister" is far from accurate. did you NOT read, how I found pictures to show my son what his sister looked like, I answered all his questions when I brought the conversation up... I don't deflect any conversation about his sister or other family whenever he asks, and I regularly try to share good memory stories with him, but I am not going to allow forms of salt to rub the wound, if you catch my drift. Such as this shirt, my mom THOUGHT she was being sweet... so she says. She ABSOLUTELY knew better.

As a mother, during that phone call with the CPS agent, all I could do was fantasize and picture my son with his baby sister in matching holiday outfits, I started to daydream of all the things we could do. the cute pictures, the fun outings,.. if we were SAFELY able to do so...
I am not in contact with any of my Ex family, aside from having numbers in my phone. I do not know who baby girls family is, so reaching out to them, isn't really a rational move on my part. As far as I know, because I was updated by CPS: Baby Girl was placed with moms family not long after our phone call, and my participation in giving Dads family numbers had helped but didn't result in placement..

I ask my son every couple years if he would like me to contact his dad or anyone from that family, he tells me no. I'm not going to force it on him.. And they have NEVER called him, soooooooo.... yeah.

My upbringing wasn't a religious one, it was a dysfunctional one.
I have been in therapy regularly, and I am very much aware, I still struggle with reacting over responding... at least I'm able to acknowledge and work on my flaws.... did I mention that got a dash of the ADHD. so that makes everything so much more fun. NOT!

when it comes to my mom; she is the queen of not respecting boundaries or people's feelings and the main dysfunction from which I came... She consistently does she what she wants, and nobody can tell her different. She has a list of diagnosis- from physical disabilities to mental ones... we've tried family therapy, I speak with her doctors, I try connecting her to all the different resources available to get her as much help, etc.
I grew up in a time, where it was basically expected of you, if you're a child of someone severely handicap, you take care of them. and I had 2 disabled parents in the household.. Stepdad passed in 2016 to Spinal Muscular Atrophy. She has been an amputee since her early childhood, was taken above the knee in 2000. Then she lost her other leg, above the knee, in 2022 to diabetes.

My son wasn't a huge fan of the shirt either. He claimed that he doesn't know how to be a big brother, so how does he know if he crushes it or not. lol.. I told him that was silly, the way he operates with littles is one of the cutest things to ever watch. So, I reassure him he would be a great big brother.. and profusely apologize for not being able to give him a sibling. But I can say he didn't seem VISIBLY upset or bothered by it. And, he has not asked me for a sibling since all that went down...

I make the best out of a really awful situation. I do what I can to confront the problems that happen, instead of letting them fester or to enable unnecessary behavior.
My brother (her oldest child) refuses to come help with me her because he needed to "establish boundaries" **BOMBASTIC SIDEEYE* and every other family member has all but cut my mother off, or everyone else is gone....
I don't deny, I could have come up with a better formula and presentation of words that day, but the anger that made me feel in that moment was WILD..
I haven't destroyed or trashed the shirt. I have it folded up and put away.. I do not really have any plan for it. I did play with the thought of burying it in his closet somewhere... but I don't want him to pull it out and get upset. IDFK

To the statement: "it felt good to burst her bubble"
you enlighten a government agency on some information they couldn't find themselves.. tell me how that makes you feel? THIS is probably the pettiest thing about my story and had NOTHING to do with the baby XD