Our smallest addicts.

I hold you as tight as I possible can, rocking side to side, up and down. Crying shaking your head as I try to keep the pacifier in your mouth.

I think to myself "I wish your junky mother has to withdraw with you. Maybe then not so many babies would be born on drugs."

His little arms are flailing everywhere he arches his back. It's not quit time for your morphine. I rock and pat your bottom singing, sssshhhhing, doing everything I can to help calm you before your next dose.

Your mom finally has showed up after two weeks of not seeing you. The only reason she showed is because child services went to her house.

She says, "I don't know why it's taking him so long to wean him down." The nurse caring for you today explains to her again what could happen if you withdraw to fast. I see the desperation and fear in her eyes. She knows all the pain she has put you through, that's why she can't show up to see you. It's always a diffent excuse, car, kids, husband, but the real excuse is her guilt.

I hand you off to your mom and head back to my other duties knowing she will only be here a few minutes.

We have a huge drug problem in this world right now. Every day babies are born to moms that are addicts. They will get to keep their babies, because now they don't get it from the street they get methadone or suboxon from a legal clinic. It's legal and they still get high. Their babies our born addicts without a choice.