This morning I read a sad story from NY Daily News about a new mother (her son was 10-months old) who lost her battle with postpartum depression.
Yesterday at about 1pm she had an argument with her husband. After he left, she handwrote a 13-page suicide note in which she described herself as a bad mother. Then she strapped her baby to her chest–a little boy she was convinced had cerebral palsy even though doctors say he is perfectly healthy–and jumped out of her 8th story window.
“I heard a small scream when she was in the air,” said witness Steven Dominguez, 18. “I noticed something falling, but I didn’t want to believe it was a person.”
The impact killed the mother, but she landed on her back and that protected her son. He was physically unharmed. When I pointed this story out to my friend, he said simply:
maybe, in the last seconds of her life, she suddenly became the best mom ever