After the baby was born, Uddin heard her mother approaching the bedroom, so Uddin opened a bedroom window and dropped the girl out, Turnock said.Not torture porn, but serious question: how long? The level of consciousness either in or out of the womb, as determined by how briskly the mother walks, what she eats, her stress level, et cetera, was demonstrated decades ago to be the same. Is it seeing the "outside world" that vests an understanding of self? Well then, execute the blind. Hearing, the deaf; assessing, the autistic, and so forth.
The baby fell eight stories and landed on a grassy area near the apartment building. A man found her naked and bloody, but still breathing, and alerted security at the building to call 911, Turnock said.
The man wrapped the baby in shirts and went back to his own home and retrieved two baby blankets for the girl, then waited for paramedics to arrive, Turnock said.
The girl was taken to Weiss Memorial Hospital, where she died at 12:25 a.m. Thursday from her massive injuries, Turnock said.
The girl suffered complex skull fractures, a fractured spine, a broken left shoulder, fractured left and right ribs and a lacerated aorta, lacerated liver and lacerated bowel and suffered from blood in the abdomen, Turnock said. The Cook County medical examiner's office later declared the death a homicide by blunt-force trauma.
After the baby was found, police canvassed the area and learned from people they talked to that they thought Uddin might have been pregnant, Turnock said. They also figured out that Uddin’s apartment was directly above where the infant was found.
Yes, the needle is creeping leftward from the aged side of Father Time, too. How close to adolescence on the left, and early forties on the right, will it get before a unanimous alarm is raised?
More interestingly for the individual is the march of progress. In a hundred years or so, when tens of thousands of one-year-olds per year are put to sleep by licensed physicians (for such afflictions as colic or the rising cost of college), will the world feel any different? Past experience tells us no, since we can accustom ourselves to anything. Heck, if history's any guide, Subway will be grinding up eighth-trimesters and putting them in the foot-long chicken breast, and all we'll be mad about is that it wasn't fully disclosed on the commercial. Whatever lines we've drawn for ourselves as "clearly unreasonable" will be nothing but the yammerings of weird senior citizens by the time George P.'s kid is sending peacekeeping forces to London. How will we rationalize ourselves?