Comments on: James Sargent and Tracey Hermann

By: V.XIII

V.XIII — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 08:10:45 +0000

Yes, someone else mentioned SIDs too, how you stand over your babys crib checking him or her every couple hours to make sure they are OK, how can someone let this happen? i have read a lot of horrible stories here, i have to go now for a bit, not to sheild myself from reality, but to take a break, I will be back, i am just rather devastated right now and have to come into control of my emotions over this.. I have not become hardened to this and hope I never will…

By: V.XIII

V.XIII — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 08:04:17 +0000

Take them behind the chemical shed and shoot them, they both look like retards anyway, not fit to live among us… I am being killed here with these childrens stories, i cant imagine doing this to a dog let alone a human baby, this will sound so stupid but I wish I could take each of these children I read about here and hold them, i dont know what fathers feel but when you are a mother, there is something about your childs screams you cannt ignore, you may be exhausted or whatever but that scream you cannot walk away from, its like it tears at you and no matter how tired or irritated you are, it makes you pick that baby up tp comfort it, its a scream, I cannot imagine ignoring my childs cries for 30 seconds let alone 8 days, these retarded fuckers need to fry, strap their fucking asses into a car seat for 8 days and let them scream and cry, I hate them…

By: Um Hassan

Um Hassan — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:54:09 +0000

My son is now 5 months old… It really is the most wonderful, most fun time for us. He coos, he laughs, he smiles. Every morning that I see his beautiful face, I know that he is the most perfect gift that God has given me.

My heart breaks for poor Benjamin… What did he feel during his last moments? To him, the torture he experienced was probably what he thought life was all about. Hunger and loneliness. I wonder if Benjamin ever laughed in his short life. If he was ever able to experience a kiss on the cheek, a warm bath, or the arms of someone who truly loved him. My guess is that he never did experience those things.

As a mother, I cannot even begin to comprehend how these monsters could dwell in a home in which they KNEW a small baby was slowly dying. THEIR small baby boy. Furthermore… How do they continue to live with themselves knowing that they caused his horrendous death?

I still wake up four or five times a night to make sure my boy is breathing, that he is not too warm and not too cool – Simply because I want nothing but absolute comfort and happiness for him. THAT is what our babies deserve when WE decide to bring them into the world. Benjamin deserved that and more.

What brings me comfort when reading this story is that Benjamin left this world as an innocent soul. There is no doubt that he will exist in a perfect paradise, where he can crawl wherever he likes, eat as much as he wants and will receive tremendous amounts of love. God bless you Benjamin!

By: ferrets

ferrets — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:50:20 +0000

Who does? The system has been taken over by fanciful theories of crime and punishment and deterrence and rehibilitation and provides no justice for victims. The only thing the system is designed to do anymore is to provide endless grounds for appeal. Does it signify anything that the justice system has become more burdensome and complex at the same time law schools are churning out more attorneys?

By: mporter

mporter — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 19:27:34 +0000

They do not deserve a trial. They just need to be taken out back and shot. I do not understand why, when someone is caught red-handed in a situation such as this, we waste taxes on trials when it is obvious who is at fault and what they did…or didn’t do. This is a tiny infant who could not care for himself and had no idea what was going on. Poor thing. I cannot imagine the suffering he must have gone through. I understand the laws, everyone has a right to a fair trial…blah, blah, blah. What about baby Benjamin’s rights? His life was taken. Why should his ‘parents’ (if you can call them that) be treated ‘fairly’? I don’t get the legal system at times.

By: darklite

darklite — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:22:59 +0000

I was 17 when i had my first child. I was a single mum and living in shared accomodaton with two other girls. My baby wasn’t a very good sleeper, he woke up at four and six in the morning for feeds. Sometimes even after a feed, he wouldn’t settle back to sleep straightaway. As you can probably imagine, i was like a zombie the next morning! I was also terrified of cot death however, so even when my baby did sleep, i watched over him.
I took my son everywhere with me. A night out with friends would have been out of the question, no one in my family would have been able to babysit and there was no way i would have left my son with just anyone.
Friends used to tell me they wouldn’t know what to do if they had a baby at that age. I could only say that he didn’t ask to be born and even though i was only young, i was determined to do the best i could for him.
As time passed, my baby grew into mischevous toddler who virtually wrecked the house! I coped with it all somehow, including his little tantrums which sometimes involved him making a grab for my hair! Well, the years have flown by, and my little baby boy will celebrate his 18th birthday next month. We’ve had quite a journey together and i am so proud of the beautiful, loving, kind and generous boy that he has become. He’s not only my son but my best friend and i absolutley would not change a thing.
Which is why its made me sick to my stomach to read about this poor little baby boy. If the mother (and i use that term very loosley) didn’t want him, why didn’t she give him up for adoption? And how dare that demon dad moan that he had no help! So that’s an excuse to starve your baby then, that and the breakdown of a relationship? I had no help either but i was determined to be the best mother i could be to my son.
That poor darling didn’t stand a chance with those two imbecilic parasites as parents.

By: Maelstrom

Maelstrom — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 19:56:40 +0000

Moop,

Sometimes I wish I didn’t know this story. I think, y’know perhaps my life would be better had I not known this, because Benjamin does haunt me. Daily.

When I first heard about this, I weaved back and forth between feeling an anger I really don’t feel too often, and lying in my bed trying to sleep wiping away tears thinking about this beautiful little boy.

I don’t know if you have seen the picture of little Benjamin lying down with his tiny had covering part of his face, but when I saw that one picture a fragment of my soul collapsed. He looked exactly like my little boy. And I remember my son being 5-months old, and how I never wanted to put him down. I remember the little sounds he made when he drank, and slept, and how the thought of SIDS terrified me and forced me to check on him constantly. – Just the split second of a distant thought of the unimaginable happening to him drove me nuts. No way…not on my watch. I was NEVER going to let anything bad happen to my angel

To think what this little boy had to endure. It rips me apart…and I swear to god, this is the one story I can not deal with. I sob and get so fucking angry over this.

I do think about Benjamin every day, and wish so badly I had the chance to raise him. I would have snatched him up so quickly from his nightmare, and assure you….he would be 2-years old this year if I had anything to say about it.

This is why I am a boarderline atheist. These stories shatter everything within me. But they also make me want to be a better mom, so in that respect there is a slight positive.

As I said, I get way too emotional when I write or speak about this child.

Anyways…in another section I thanked you profusely for visiting his grave. I want to thank you again. I wish I lived closer to it. Regardless, thank you for doing that. And now….I am in tears again.

By: Moop

Moop — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 12:39:56 +0000

Thinking about my daughter at 5 months old… my God. I think about how she wanted nothing more than to be held and those contented little baby sighs she made while drinking her milk. Babies have such an intinctual need to be in someone’s arms. Damn it, there I go crying again. I honestly sometimes wish I had never read this story. But I have had the opportunity to visit Benjamin once, and I plan on doing it again.