Remembering what’s important

Back in June, the criminal case accompanying one of my CPS cases was heard before a jury. The jury convicted the mother of a first degree injury to a child charge after hearing evidence of the starvation death of a two month old baby. 

The testimony included that of a pediatrician, an experienced and seasoned medical professional, who choked up when describing the painful manner in which this baby boy died, gasping for his last breaths, so depleted of nutrition that his poor little body barely had the energy to struggle to inflate his lungs. 

The mental image was horrific.

The verdict came on the same day that sentencing began on the criminal part of another one of my cases involving the starvation death of a 12 year old. It was an incredibly rough week.

The sentencing for the baby’s starvation death was today. It’s been on my calendar for the past two months, but within the last week, I had another court hearing get scheduled which meant I was only able to watch a little of the sentencing before I had to leave to go to a different court to take care of my own case.

By the time I finished with the case I was responsible for, my fellow ADA was wrapping up her closing argument and the only thing I was able to see was the judge pronouncing sentence of 60 years in prison.

I wasn’t happy because I had to miss the court hearing I really wanted to watch.

I have had three really bad CPS cases over the past year and half that their accompanying criminal cases have wrapped up in the past 2 months. This one, with the starvation death of a 2 month old, the one earlier this summer involving the starvation death of a 12 year old, and one last week involving a two month old with two traumatic brain injuries and multiple broken ribs inflicted by her father while under the influence of methamphetamines.

I have seen parents sentenced to 50 and 45 years for the death of the 12 year old, 30 years for the injuries to the 2 month old, and I really wanted to see the criminal part of this last case wrap up, in part so that I could formulate my own strategy moving forward, but mostly so that I could try to get some emotional closure on what has been a difficult few months for me.

But I missed it because I had to deal with a new case.

Another new case.

Because they just keep coming.

The new case that I had to deal with today isn’t one that has the same gut wrenching heartbreak of the starved or broken children. But as I walked out of the courtroom and realized how much time had been spent on it, when I was really wanting to be somewhere else, and realized how frustrated I was that I had to deal with it, causing me to miss the case down the hallway, I realized something even more important. 

This new case deserves my attention just as much as the other one. 

Because while there won’t be any accompanying criminal case, or any media coverage, the children in this new case are experiencing trauma and loss and grief all their own.

And they deserve my full attention.

And so do the ones coming up next. And all the ones after that. They all deserve all I have to give. Not because I need some sense of relief or closure or justice. 

But because they do.