I have read all your comments and they've all touched my heart! To hear your stories and feel your support. I am also in Courtroom 7 and I honestly can't believe how this case has snowballed from one thing to another. I got my kids back in late September 2018 after agreeing the father would stay away from us. He had no choice but to relocate back home to the Bay Area for work and we were both struggling financially for quite some time. I went to apply for aid and was told I wouldn't be eligible for anything until November. 2months went by and the landlord was fed up with waiting for his money and took to harassing me on a weekly basis with constant banging on the door and windows as well as looking through them. I tried to appeal the eviction but was told that with the holidays coming there would be delays and it could either work for me or against me. The social worker Manuel Perez offered us no help but an 800# to an arbitration place, they turned out to be of no help at all. By the middle of November I had decided I wasn't going to sit and wait for the eviction letter to arrive and at a very visible 7 months pregnant, I rented a Uhaul and with the help of my 20yo son we moved back home to Newark. I delivered a healthy baby boy on 12/31/18. We were all living comfortably in a extended stay motel until February 2019 when I got a phone call from the SW who said that had to come back to San Bernardino county within the next week. I was hysterical and just at a time when my children were starting to feel comfortable back with their old friends and teachers but I did what I was told. Fast forward to last May, we had been staying with my son and his gf and my grandson in a studio apartment in San Bernardino since April, they had been constantly drinking and never went out to look for work and decided that they were gonna spend the last of their income tax money and go back home while making sure I was going to be there to cover the rent. I agreed to it of course and the afternoon of Easter they took my grandson and left. Memorial Day weekend came around and I got a phone call that my son, his gf and my grandson were on the road back. Ok, but now I'm paying the rent. He said that their coming for their stuff and they want their deposit back. ??. The gf had been acting real alienated since they arrived and the next morning I went out with my teenage son to get stuff to make breakfast for everyone. I pulled up and seen that the couch had been put out on the street, my kids slept on that couch. I walked in, he was cleaning and gf was taking stuff to their car, my girls had been woken up and told to start cleaning. I immediately went into Momma Bear mode. He tried to come at me yelling at my face when my younger son got in the middle and they ended up fighting in the middle of the room. I told them both to leave and they did and came back about 5hours later with a packed car full of girls, gf's 50yo aunt and sister and cousin in their late 20s. I didn't think anything of it when they banged on the door. I've known them since before my grandson was born. He was just turning 2 at the time. I opened the door and after some arguing and yelling back and forth about how I was left to pay the rent and had no money to just picked up my 5 children including 2 little babies and just leave. I was met with a fist to my face. I eventually fought back and got the aunt out of my house but none of them would leave. I had my teenage son on the phone with his dad and I found myself outside with them taunting me to fight them. They were drunk, I had smelt the liquor on the aunt's breath and when I heard the door lock behind me I ran to the neighbor's house to ask them to please call the police. By the time they showed up I was black and blue everywhere, my teenage son and daughter had seen me from the window and ran out to help. It was chaos and all I could remember was them threatening to call CPS. Once the cops had me inside all I could do was try my best to calm them down while they were talking to me. Even though the aunt came inside my house and hit me. They reported it as a mutual fight and with that if I had pressed charges on them, they could press charges on me. My days with my babies from that day were numbered and after a routine visit by the SW I was told that I was to surrender them that Friday. Since then I did all I had to do and was given a return date for them to come home of 12/22/2019 and the day came and went. Every court date since then, they have played me out like I'm unstable, and honestly I don't have a place of my own. I cant get a job because of my 2016 record and I really am dependent upon their father. They've also reversed their recommendations numerous times and it makes it even harder to know if getting my own place is not going to just be in vain. I dont have any friends or family here so there's no one but the father to help me. But I will tell you that if push came to shove and I was granted the chance to have my babies back again, we would make a way. The old SW transferred right when we needed him to go to bat for us the most and the new SW is just there to do the routine stuff, handle paperwork and coordinate the visits, anything that has to do with the decision making of my 2 youngest being adopted is being handled by the old SW's supervisor. I've been going through it these last few weeks because it's getting closer to my 2 babies being adopted out and theres nothing I can do about it. I mean the judge in dept. 7 found me innocent of what happened but I was still guilty of not protecting my children, I was told to do more classes and more counseling and my grandparents have offered to have me and the children in their home. I feel like they have made me jump through so many hoops and it was all in vain. Granted, the father's cousin has the 2 babies and my 2 teenage daughter's are with their dad's mother and they seem happy and well taken care of but I would be lying if I didnt say that it hurts everyday and I have just let myself go because of my depression and anxiety. The cousin who has the babies is really taking the adoption more seriously than I thought and told their father that he doesn't want me referring to myself as mom in the future. Last court date I broke down and screamed for my son and yelled at the attorney's for the children and the DCFS. I had to be dragged out by the bailiff who gave me kind words of advice as has seen me in and out of there over the past 2 years and I know he knows half of these parents or grandparents that walk through those doors dont deserve any of the stress and mental anguish that comes from having your children and grandchildren taken from your arms and your home. I won't even begin  to mention what this does to those precious little hearts that just long to be back in their familiar places and with their favorite people. I hurt every day for my babies and how I wish I never moved here in the first place. But I pray everyday and I know this is all a part of God's plan and His timing is perfect! So if not now, but 17 years from I be able to with my babies  then I've won. Their father and I have won. We won't let them break us down or keep us from loving and supporting our children in every way we can. I want to thank you all for your support and just wanted to update you on this. Yes, DCFS is not going to get away with this and they need to be investigated, required to wear body cans because they cannot be trusted. Again, from the bottom of both their fathers and my heart,  we thank you!

God Bless you all! Keep fighting! Keep recording and taking down notes, one day they too will be brought to their knees!

I also, want to say that I have forgiven my son and his gf and her family because I know my son didnt know what he was doing at the time and what the repercussions was going to be. It took me a while to come around, I refuse to speak to his gf or her family but I have come to forgive them.