This case makes me sad and I hope that justice prevails.
For a second though I want to respond to some of the comments. I have 2 children, my first at 19 and my second at 27. My first child was so easy going and even though I was young, being her mother was so easy. I have battled depression all of my life and even after my first pregnancy I was ok. However after my second child was born everything changed.
I ended up being diagnosed with post postpartum psychosis. I was in severe denial before my diagnosis and I had everyone believing that I was fine. But really I wasn't. My second child was colic and literally cried 24/7. He was a horrible sleeper, and was either crying or nursing. Now mind you I have always been a caring, considerate, patient, non violent mother. I had a 8 year old daughter and I had never screamed at her, or raised a hand to her.
Then I find myself holding a sweet, beautiful, innocent 6 week old baby (a baby that I prayed for, for years) and envisioning myself driving off of a cliff with him in the car with me. Thinking horrible horrible things I could do to get him to stop crying. One night I snapped and started to shake him. I thank God every single day that my husband walked in the house at that exact moment and stopped me. I thank God that I was unable to cause my son harm and that my husband witnessed how far gone I was mentally. Thankfully my husband is completely understanding and immediately got me help.
I was able to get appropriate treatment and can positively say since that night I have not once thought about causing harm. I am not an evil person, I am not a bad person, but I was very ill. I used to sit back and judge mothers who kill their babies. Honestly I never ever thought I would find myself understanding why this can happen. Since I found myself in the same position now I know. It really can happen to anyone.
My son is now 5 years old, and when I think back to his early weeks it makes me sad. I cry every single time I think about the horrible thoughts I had, and the things I wanted to do. I regret that I didn't get help sooner. I know now that it wasn't me, it was my illness controlling me. MOO