In Mason's early years, his parents decided to move out of state from us, and they took Mason. It was the hardest time of my life. His Dad told me to get out of their lives, that they wanted to raise Mason on their own...Now let me add in here that they welcomed us to take care of Mason up until the day they just packed up and moved. They stopped taking our calls, and we had no idea what was happening anymore. I was devastated. This went on for months....

I had finally come to the point over the next several months, that I was not going to be involved in my grand child's life. I slowly moved on. I still made all attempt's possible to try to find out how Mason was doing, but nothing, I got nothing.

I had just come home from the hospital one day, when I received a phone call, a desperate phone call from my daughter. She wanted me to come get Mason RIGHT AWAY, before he was taken away from them. It seems that while I was in the hospital (and no one told me) Mason's father had placed him, in his infant carrier, up on a table top in a fast food place, unbuckled him, and walk off. Mason fell, hitting his head several times on the way down to the floor. He was med vac'd to the trauma unit, hospital, where he spent several days in the ICU. He was released back to his parents....BUT...in the mean time there had been a case opened with CPS (child protective services). There apparently was also complaints made by the nurses in the ICU on the parents for the lack of care while Mason was there. CPS was going to take him away.

I hung the phone up, yelled at Papa to come on, went straight to the bank and gas station, and was on the road. No clothes, no nothing. All I wanted to do was get my hands around Mason, to look at him. We made a 5 hour trip in about 3 hours. When we arrived, I jumped out of the car before it stopped completely, ran to my daughter, said something in the moment (I don't remember what it even was) and grabbed Mason, and hugged him, undressed him and checked every inch of him, and I cried.

We stayed and talked with the parents for awhile, but quickly knew we were being lied to, over and over. It was harsh. I finally said enough, put the car seat in our car, said goodbye, and started home. My world was spinning, but I had Mason and for that time he was safe. We kept Mason with us for about 3 weeks before his parents showed up and took him back. There was nothing I could do at the time to stop them. I was broken. I hugged Mason, and I whispered in his ear that I would come back for him, and I would do whatever it took to keep him safe, but until then, I was sending special angels to stay with him, and I let him go once again. I have no words to even tell you how I felt at that moments, or for the weeks that followed.

Weeks later, I received a phone call from the CPS. The lady on the other end of the phone was very clear that she was not suppose to be calling me at all, and that if I repeated what she told me to anyone, she would deny it. I held my breath and listened. She told me that if I did not find away to get Mason, he was going to end up dead... How do you react to something like that ? I dropped my mouth open, and when I caught my breath again, asked her to help me. She told me she couldn't.

Thus begun the custody battle. Oh, and by the way, somewhere in all this, my daughter announced that she was pregnant once again....Crap !!

I have to stop here for tonight...my emotions are running very high right now with every word I write. It was a very traumatic time in my life....!!

I will write again tomorrow.

Remember, I am sharing this for me as well as to bring others out there hope...there is happiness in the end.