Drug Addiction Stories

I kept dreading that when the new baby came, they would discover alcohol in his system and then CPS would whoosh in and take all of the kids. Things had come full circle when it came to alcohol. I was the child of alcoholics and now my daughter is an alcoholic and has children. I didn’t think she would, but she called me on the day the baby was born and I went up to see him. He was gorgeous, full head of hair, 10 fingers, 10 toes and he seemed very responsive. I breathed a sigh of relief. The adoptive parents came in and so did the doctor. The doctor informed the adoptive parents that my daughter had consumed alcohol while pregnant and it could lead to problems but they were already in love with the baby they had named Asa.

I still worry about Asa. In the end, my daughter decided on an open adoption for which I am thankful. In the beginning she said she didn’t even want to see the baby or pick out his parents. My daughter continues to drink and heaven forbid, but the last time I saw her, I turned to my youngest daughter and said “Does she look like she’s getting thicker again”?

This daughter is the one of whom I have always been so proud. She was a good girl and out of all of my children, she is the last one I would have expected this from. I see the grandkids from time to time now, thankfully. I usually have them one night a week or so. At one point, in frustration over the alcoholism muttered “Thanks Mom and Dad”, who are both gone now. Then I realized that I had grandparents who had been alcoholics as well. My daughter didn’t choose to become an alcoholic, although she is choosing to stay one. The same goes for my parents and grandparents.

Alcoholism doesn’t discriminate and it can be totally random. Since I was not an alcoholic, I certainly didn’t expect any of my children to be. I worry for my grandkids. I hope they all, especially little Asa is spared the dreaded addiction. His life was spared, thank goodness, so let’s hope that he will be spared a life of alcoholism too.