The cracks will show

My name is Sienna Wright, but that wasn't always my name. March 2018 was the start of the hell I never knew existed. I ended my relationship with the most evil man I ever met. he was abusive mentally, physically, and emotionally. I reported him to the police he was arrested and just days later. The local authority ( social services)comes knocking. I opened the door in shock at these two cold, horrid looking social workers at my door telling me they were holding a child protection meeting. I had never had social service involvement before I had no criminal history, no drug misuse. So, to me, I was shocked, scared, and upset, but I went along with it. I had heard many story's before about the cruelty of social services but never expected them to be so cruel to me. Here, i am a victim of domestic abuse, yet being treated like a criminal. They had me jumping through hoops that never existed. Months went by, and with 3 children in my care and me being pregnant. social services had a firm grip on me and my children. 17th May 2018 I was sitting at home 15 weeks pregnant, and the door knocked once more. Again, two cold looking social workers demanding to come in. I allowed them to come in, and I regretted that decision. The two social workers, Patrick and misha, demanded that I allow them to check my home and personal mobile phone. Or they threatened to remove my children from my care on the spot. Crying , pregnant, and scared, I complied. After they checked my home and mobile phone, they left, stating they had no concerns. I immediately reported the matter, and right away, it was denied fully. I kept reporting knowing it was wrong what had happened. I was called and branded as menral by the social services. At this point, I knew they reaked of corruption. weeks went by with many social workers coming and going. June 27th, 2018, the day was going fine with no interruptions. Then my phone rang and it was the head teacher of the school my children attended. I spoke with respect and got a cold tone back. The teacher had told me my children were being held at school. Due to my youngest child stating she was abused. At this point, I'm 20 weeks pregnant. I put on my coat and ran to the school while running. I rang my mother, who made her way to my home. Upon reaching the school front doors, the head teacher stood there cold with a grin on her face. she then told me I wasn't getting my children back and that the police were on their way. naturally, like any mother, you'd be emotional , upset, and scared. So I began shouting. I tapped the school doors with my foot, which never damaged the door. The next minute, two police officers came storming around the corner, threw me to the floor, and slapped me in hand cuffs. After they realised I was heavily pregnant, they took me out the hand cuffs and drove me home. While at home, the police had confirmed my child had never disclosed any abuse to them, and because of this, the children would be home shortly. One hour later, still no sign of my children frantic. I rang the school. To which I was told the local authority social services were not returning my children. My heart sank, and my blood ran colder than cold with tears running down my face. Reality kicked in that these evil social workers without any court order or police notice. Unlawfully removed my children, my children were then placed 35 miles away from me with no contact. My oldest is 12, and my youngest is 4. I begged local authority to give my kids back, and instead, they made false report after false report. I kept reporting the matter and was ignored each week that passed by no hope of my children returning. There was no court hearing to justify why my children were taken. The months continued to go by. 1st December 2018 just two weeks away from giving birth to my 4th child I relieved a phone call from again an evil social worker who informed me there was a meeting being held on the 5th December for my unborn child. scared knowing these evil social workers up till this point got away with so much I knew what they was capable of. 5th December soon arrived, but I was unwell, so I phoned the social worker and notified her she coldly told me that if I didn't come to the meeting, my child would be removed at birth. I ran to the meeting with just moments to spare. Once I got there, the pain was unbearable. The social worker then told me they were cancelling the meeting because I didn't look well. The sheer cheek of it left me raging with anger. I walked all the way home, crying and in pain. for days after I was in agony, then on the 8th of December, I decided to go into my garden for fresh air. Moments later, I calapsed in a pool of blood the emergency services ( ambulance come) and took me to the hospital. It was found that my baby's heart rate was dropping, and I had lost too much blood. Early hours of the 9th December, the hospital forced labour, and just hours later, my son was born.