95 ~ Custody Trial

By Kay Heitsch

After the feticide trial, I wanted this to be over, but it wasn't. It was far from over.

Now there was going to be a custody hearing. I was asked to testify, but I declined! I was drained!

Dad came over, trying to get me to reconsider. Then he made a comment saying that I didn't understand what it was like not to see his child. I exploded! Poor guy didn't know what hit him. I let him know that his child was still alive! My child was dead! He wished he had never gone down that road!

Since I would not go willingly to the courthouse, I was sent a subpoena. Now I didn't have a choice.

I can tell you that I was very thankful to have been paid by check and that all the taxes were taken out. Everything was above board. I also kept track of all the times the baby was at our home. All the hours day and night. Each of the parties had requested this list, and I had provided it to them.

This time, I didn't go to the courthouse alone. A friend accompanied me and sat in the back of the courtroom. I'm sure she was praying because I needed it.

When I got on the stand, you would have thought I was on trial. It was not a pleasant experience. I was questioned about the times the child stayed at our home. I hadn't brought the calendar with me, but I provided a rough estimate of the times. One of the attorneys said, "You don't have a very good memory, do you!" I said something like, If you like, I'll go home and bring you the calendar, and you can check it out yourself.

I had given both parties a copy of the years, months, days, and hours, so I'm sure this attorney was aware of exactly how many hours this child stayed at our home. He was a jerk, and I was at my wits' end with all of this!

It was a good thing my friend was praying. She said I did fine, but I wasn't so sure.

After I testified, my friend drove home, and I went back to the Memory Care Center.

Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2