Why fight over a baby that's wanted when there are so many that are not wanted?

There's that phrase about when it rains, it pours. So in a metaphorical way we're in the middle of a flood around our place. There's just been a lot going on to raise our stress and anxiety level.
The one that is the most upsetting to us though is the family that is trying to take away our friend's baby. Our friend was in a very difficult situation about a year ago and voluntarily agreed to allow a family to foster her baby while she could find a job and get her feet back under her. She's a good mom. The government didn't take away her baby. She didn't want someone else to keep her baby. In fact it broke her heart to do it. But she really felt it was the best thing for her daughter and 14 year old son. The foster family was clearly told multiple times that this would not lead to adoption and they said they were fine with that. However, now, 8 months later when my friend is trying to get her baby back they don't want to give her up! They want to keep her and are filing petitions in the court to begin that process. Unbeknownst to us (but they knew) that if they kept her for 6 months then there is legal standing for them to bring this petition.
We're confident that we'll get the baby back. There is no reason for the judge to deny my friend her baby. We're just frustrated over the hurt, betrayal, how much money this will cost, and additional the time she is losing with her daughter after having lost so much already. Beyond that though I am furious that they are spending the time and money trying to take a baby that is wanted by it's mother and who is a good mother. How many baby girls are out there right now whose mothers don't want them or don't care for them? Why aren't they putting this time and money into rescuing one of those babies? And more over, when did people start to think that being poor makes someone an unfit mother? When did it become ok to try to take some one's baby just because you make more money than them or have a bigger house? Poverty is difficult and certainly not necessarily ideal conditions to raise a child but many people (including my mom and both Mike's parents) were raised in poor families. They came out fine and in someways those experiences gave them a lot of compassion for others. Perhaps if these foster parents had some similar experiences they would have more compassion and sense than to think they can just take any baby they want to.

Dryer Escapedes

Mike has a washer and dryer that he bought when he first moved into the house. While they're not ancient, they're not very new. They also weren't the high end type either since if you know Mike you know he doesn't like parting with his money. Our neighbor who is equally attached to his money terms it economically efficient. I have dreams of some day getting one of those high efficiency washers and dryers like our friends who just bought a new home got. I never realized that I would be envious of a friends washer, but I was. For now though it's not on our purchase list and that's fine because it works reasonably well. Or it worked reasonably well until Sunday afternoon.
With wet clothes in the dryer and another load already started in the washer, our dryer over-heated and quit running. No finagling could get it working. So we hung all the wet clothes up in the guest bathroom (learned that much weight on the shower rod make it come crashing down in the middle of the night) and put the rest of the laundry on hold until the dryer could be fixed. The problem arose when the dryer guy came on Tuesday and said that he couldn't fix our dryer until the parts came in on Friday. This was problematic since Mike had a very important business lunch on Wednesday and now had no clean slacks. I suggested that he wash them and take the slacks over to our neighbor's house and ask to borrow her dryer. Fortunately we're good friends with our neighbors.
A little bit later Mike went back to get his pants and their cars weren't in the driveway. We have a key to their house (for dogsitting) and so Mike rang the doorbell, waited a few seconds, and started to let himself in. Right as he started to open the door it opened from the inside to reveal the babysitter who was freaked out by someone opening the door. He told her he was there for his pants and she was apparently speechless. Mike didn't know that they were going to have a sitter and the sitter didn't know Mike was coming over. I can't imagine what was going through this poor girl's mind as a total stranger walked in to the house and announced that he was there for his pants!
Hopefully the dryer will be fixed on Friday so we won't have anymore clothes at our neighbor's house, but in the future we may need to check about sitters. =)