Elizabeth: My son’s name is Jeremiah. I smoked crack the whole pregnancy. I had him early. They took him. He was given up for adoption. I wasn’t ready for a kid. I was on the streets.
I got pregnant again. My daughter is four years old. I didn’t get high when I was pregnant with her. I was trying to do the right thing. I made a mistake… I was 4 months pregnant and I got in a car with a guy to give him head for money and he was a cop. I was hungry and he offered me $25. I got a year in jail for that. So, even though I was clean, it didn’t matter. I had my baby in jail and they took her.
BW: Do you get to see either of your kids now?
Elizabeth: No… I used to be able to see my daughter every weekend when I first got out of jail, before I lost my rights.
BW: How did you lose your rights?
Elizabeth: I had stayed clean after I got out of jail and was doing good. I messed up one time and the lady walked in when I was geeked up. Messed up my whole life. I think about the fact that I’ll never get to see my child again.
I just hope and pray that when she’s old enough, she doesn’t hate me. That the people that are raising her are telling her that I wanted her, that I didn’t just give her away. That I fought like hell. I just hope that I get to see her again so I can sit down and explain to her that I cleaned up and was trying to do the right thing.
My biggest regret is that the crack had such a hold on me that I didn’t do the right thing. I have to live with the fact that I chose a substance over my own flesh and blood.
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