The nurse who appeared before the Assize Court of the Côte-d’Or, in Dijon, was hospitalized automatically in a psychiatric service, on the last day of the hearing. The trial was returned sine die.
by Pascale Robert-Diard (Dijon, Special Envoy)
A mother was tried at the assizes for poisoning and tried to poison her two daughters by injecting insulin to them before biting herself. The 7 -year -old youngest is dead. The 9 -year -old elder survived and saved his mother while wake up. The crime accused of Sylvie W. was a chasm. But to approach it, there would be a familiar place, the solemnity of a courtroom. Contradictory debates. An indictment on behalf of the company. Civil parties pleadings. And the word to the defense last. There would be a deliberation, then a verdict. History would have a start and an end. We felt, how to say? Protected.
Monday, November 7, Sylvie W. offered her devastated face to court and jurors. “I am aware of my actions. I need a conviction, I want to pay for what I did. Anyway, I have already taken perpetuity. I am ready for anything.” She explained how , a Friday evening in November, she had left the clinic where she worked by taking into her bag of syringes and doses of insulin with the project to kill herself and take her two daughters in death.
She told in detail these two days spent with Mr. and L., which she had decided to be the last. The girl’s meeting with the hairdresser at home and the pastries with his sister on Saturday. The awakening on Sunday morning, the opening of the first box of the Advent calendar and the joy of the youngest: “Mom, it’s going to be our best Christmas!” The homework made with one, then the other, The afternoon games, snack, shopping at the supermarket, the message sent to school to warn that Mr. and L. would be absent “Monday 25 and surely on 26”, preparation for dinner. She talked about the eyes of the little ones that evening, who felt “that something abnormal happened” when they moved together in the big bed to watch a TV series while eating candy. She pronounced aloud the words of M., during the night – “Mom is too weird, I do not stand up” – and this dazzling thought that had crossed it – “I did not put a Quite strong dose “when she heard her elder descend to the kitchen to drink and eat.
” I wanted us to fall asleep and we are fucking peace “
Then he had to go back in time. Sylvie W. spoke of a “rotten” childhood between a depressive mother, a violent father with her elders, but that she “idolized” and was always afraid of disappointing. Chosen studies and a nurse job she loved. A love story with her sister’s husband’s brother, a big brunette who drank too much and often went out with her friends. The disappointment of a marital life, a stormy separation. The child care entrusted to the mother, tensions on weekends shared with the father. Ends of month in red on the bank account. The right promotion in hospital functions, the fear of change involved in the hope of a better salary. Parents also available for childcare and the financial boost as they have in his private life. A clandestine romantic relationship, therefore complicated, with a man already in a relationship. Girls to drive to school, in dance, an elder in school difficulties that had to be helped. A sad daily life of a separate mother, with two children, at the dawn of the quarantine.
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