It was just another day.
I got up and I'm showering and I'm taking care of my kids.
The middle one was almost three.
The baby would just turn one.
The oldest is in Cudney Garden.
Pretty soon Natalie comes and she's real, real fussy and her mom tells me she hasn't
had her bottle.
I had put some blankets and burp rags underneath her to try to help hold the bottle up so
she could suck on it and I'd hope that she'd fall asleep or take her bottle and everything
would be okay.
And there weren't any responses coming from her for a minute and I don't know what she
was doing.
All of a sudden it just hit me, something is wrong.
She is not screaming, crying like normal.
They took her off life support around 9, 9.15 that night.
The coroner did an autopsy which stated that there was abuse and he thought that the cause
of death was homicide and that it had to have happened in my care.
And I was just like, I just can't believe this is happening.
I just, it just doesn't make any sense.
They said Natalie wouldn't stop crying and it aggravated me and so I shook her and threw
her head into the kitchen wall.
They paint that in horror in front of the jury from their opening arguments.
I thought I was going to die.
I couldn't believe it.
I thought, I mean, even I remember people saying to me there was more than enough medical
evidence Audrey to prove reasonable doubt.
The mom had a written speech about how terrible I was that I would not admit to taking the
life of their baby and how I had, you know, affected their lives.
I didn't tell them.
Their dad told them that day after sentencing.
He told them that, you know, the judge said that mommy did something bad to the baby and
mommy was going to be gone for a little while.
And of course they cried.
He came and told me that night in jail.
You're just doing it like a robot.
You're trying to make the best use of your time.
My mind and my heart are always going, what are my kids doing?
Is carry home from school yet?
What did she do at school today?
How are my kids?
Did they sleep good?
Your mind is not.
It's not at all an environment that I could acclimate to.
All of a sudden he appeared one Saturday and said, I can't do this anymore.
I filed for divorce and you need to get a divorce attorney.
I tried to get him to talk to me.
I tried to get him to counsel with me.
I said, you know, we'll work through my social worker and do whatever we can to try to keep
going.
And he said, no.
He says, I just can't take this anymore.
I can't wait any longer.
The Innocence Project contacted me saying they were willing to help me because they felt
very highly that I had been wrongfully convicted.
They had compiled all this new medical evidence.
One was from the original coroner who is now testifying on my behalf.
It is not called shaken baby syndrome anymore.
They now call it abusive head trauma.
If you did shake a baby, there would have to be some type of neck damage.
There would have to be some type of nerve damage.
These very, very fragile nerves that connect a baby's spinal cord to her brain.
And none of that exists in my case.
And I was just so thankful to get on the other side of the fence.
The system doesn't want to deal with the truth.
They want blame.
They want to try to solve a case, whether it's right or wrong.
They will go after somebody.
Nobody's a winner.
An innocent woman went to prison for 11 years and the family has lost their baby.
It just stabs my heart.
