Assume your expert hugs a lot of trees and consumes a lot of granola.
Assume we all have fallen off the turnup truck yesterday.
Assume it is the 11th hour and there are no more straws left in the box to grasp.
Assume the "mother" grieves by drinkin', screwin' and tatoo'in for 31 days with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.
Because after all the blatant lying, ripping other innocent peoples' lives to shreds, obstructing true justice for a dead baby... I assume you either will end up choosing a shiny, new, crisply packaged needle, or a lovely oak throne with some fashionable leather restraints.