Jaylene Jones here. Thought I'd let you know how things were going for me, not to mention, little Roderick, my son.
Miracle of miracles, Roderick is coming out of his coma!! He is spending more time awake and moving his limbs; however, the news doctors keep giving me isn't good. They say he's sustained massive brain damage: he will probably need total care for the rest of his life, even when he gets to be an adult.
I knew it was a mistake from the start when I hooked up with TaShawn Kendall; now all I'm left with is a broken heart--and a damaged baby to take care of.
Why didn't I listen to my momma? She said it was bad news for me to stay with TaShawn; she knew he was evil from the get-go. I thought nothing of the sort. That is, until he dropped the baby (more like kicked or threw him, in my eyes; that is probably what really happened).
Now I see TaShawn for what he really is: a monster. And I want nothing more to do with him. Or his family. If I can, I am going to make sure he rots in jail for the rest of his miserable life; he deserves to, after what he's done!!
My son is now handicapped for the rest of his life. Severely, totally handicapped. He will probably never progress mentally beyond the state he is at now; even when he's a full-grown man, he will have the mind of an infant.
I sit here at the hospital, watching the nurses and doctors. They have been taking excellent care of my son. They are slowly removing the tubes, one by one; my baby is now starting to look more like himself. Yet I can't rejoice because I know the future for my son, and it isn't good.
If I could give my baby son his life back, I'd do it in a heartbeat!
Okay. You know TaShawn is in jail, right? Well, I might end up there myself, if TaShawn's family has their way. They've never liked me; they said I've been a terrible mother to Roderick. I don't see how: I took excellent care of him; I think they're mad because I put that miserable son of a b**** where he belongs: behind bars!
He is a dangerous man; he doesn't deserve to be in society!! He nearly killed my baby; what kind of father would do that to their own flesh and blood??
I can't look at my son without thinking about the damage TaShawn's caused! Because of that lowlife, my son is handicapped for the rest of his life, and any dreams I have had for him have gone like the wind: far away and out of sight! What good is it to dream for my son when he won't be able to do a g.d. thing for himself?? It's ludicrous!!
Well, hell, I've made myself cry yet again, so I am going to go. I will write in here again soon, probably in a few days to a week, with another update. Hopefully the news will get better regarding Roddy; right now it can't possibly get any worse!!
Just keep me in your prayers/thoughts; I (and Roddy) could really use a huge miracle about now!! Thanks in advance!
~Jaylene Jones. :( *tears!*
*To be continued.*