First off, this is not a funny or even a very nice post. It's actually gruesome.
It's amazing what haunts us. For me, it's a remembered horror - a news item splashed all over Canada (although probably not in the States) that made a few days' headlines and then faded away, replaced with more noteworthy things. I'm not really sure why this stayed with me, really - but I flash back to it every once in awhile, and it makes me sad and angry all over again.
The story, (relived in small detail here: Calgary Post) goes like this -
A 23 year old mom of two (Dominick, 15 months, and Gemini, 3 months) decides she's had it with being a mom all the time (she wants to party!) and leaves her kids in cribs overnight with a couple of bottles. She gets back and discovers they're fine, and the next time she's asked to go away for the weekend, she goes. And leaves her children behind. She puts bottles in their cribs, kisses them both goodbye, and goes out for nearly five days. When she returns to find them both dead, she wraps the baby up in a plastic bag and either puts her in a dumpster or slides her into the river - she doesn't remember. Her son she leaves in the apartment. She moves out a few days later and her son's body is found lying on the floor, surrounded by toys.
The neighbor downstairs remembers hearing the babies screaming and crying for days until the apartment went quiet, but didn't check.
I know this is horrible. Most if not all of the people who read this blog are parents or are trying to become parents, and I'm sorry for this picture in your head.
I wish I could get it out too.
This morning, we were out of milk and smallgirl wasn't happy with anything else. She kicked and screamed and flung herself on the floor until the store opened and we could give her the moojuice. I watched her writhing around, hungry, tearstained, and red faced, and I hoped - I hoped that woman hears her babies screaming every day for the rest of her life.