Drunk, pregnant mother arrested in Houston after leaving baby in car to get piercing
Drunk, pregnant mom leaves baby in car to get piercing, police say
Drunk and Pregnant, and in desperate need of a piercing.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one. One little detail I failed to mention in my joke-opener is that she was pregnant too, which we all know is no fucking laughing matter.
Stephanie Irene Santana, 20, of Houston, TX walked into a tattoo shop to get a piercing this morning around 2:40am. While that seems like a bit of a weird time to get an itching for a new hole in your body, just wait. …. Stephanie was 7-months preggo and hammered to boot. She asked how long the wait was, because her baby was in the car. The folks at the tattoo shop refused service to her because of her inebriated state and promptly called the po-po on her ass after following her to her car because, “I could tell she was on something.”
When the police arrived, they found her passed out in the front seat of her running car sleeping off her buzz and her 1-year old baby girl in the passenger seat next to her. Unbelievable! When the cops searched her car, they found empty beer bottles and xanax in the diaper bag! The DIAPER BAG! Fuck me.
She was arrested on charges of driving while intoxicated, endangering a child, and possession of a controlled substance and was taken to the hospital to get checked out. Her little girl was placed in the care of child protective services.
Fucking irresponsible dolt. I sincerely hope that someone willing and able can care for those babies while she fucking shapes up. If there’s hope for her shaping up, that is.
Silver lining? No dead kids and that makes this a good fucking day.
Thanks to Venus and Samantha for the tips.
8 months pregnant upstate woman charged with drunken driving:
That classic mugshot comes to us courtesy of 28-year-old Jennifer Caruso of of Wynantskill, N.Y. She was arrested for DUI when a state trooper pulled her over. She blew a mighty .20 BAC and allegedly had weed in the car as well.
And, oh yeah by the way, she’s 8 months pregnant.
Even though this is a stellar act of bad parenting and total disregard for the life of her unborn child it only gets her second place on the BAC board.
Thanks to Chantel for the tip.
Donald Mauldin, 25, of Summerville, SC threw Brandy Carver’s three-year old daughter Alyssa against a wall, causing a skull fracture and severe brain damage. (Brandy, 22, is Donald’s fiance.) The child died after nearly a month on life support. Donald was charged with homicide by child abuse.
Mauldin told officers he heard a loud thump and found the girl lying motionless on the floor. An emergency room nurse told police that the brain injury wouldn’t have happened from a fall. Also, Alyssa was bruised and had a fresh break to a bone. Finally, she recently had a cast removed for a broken thigh bone. Police are investigating that injury as well.
Just when you couldn’t think this story could get any worse – seven hours after Alyssa died, Brandy gave birth Donald’s baby girl, Lucy. The baby is in custody of social services because Brandy admitted that she smoked marijuana every day to relieve morning sickness. They also have custody of Alyssa’s 17-month-old sister. Police have charged Brandy with unlawful conduct toward a child. And they’ve charged her and Donald with possession with intent to distribute marijuana.
Let’s count how many risk factors are present, shall we? Pot smoking pregnant mom with a pot smoking boyfriend. Mom knocked up by new boyfriend, but had two kids with another guy(s). Mom leaves kids alone with boyfriend while she’s at work. Previous injuries to kid, like bruises and broken bones. It all adds up to one dead kid and two others in protective custody – tragic.
Man, you gotta give Sherri Lohnstein an ounce of credit. When her 2 lb. baby died shortly after birth in September, she knew the reason: she had gotten drunk the night she went into labor. Lab tests confirmed that the child was born with a blood alcohol level of 0.17%, more than two times the legal driving limit. That’s only two-hundredths more sober than Gus van Sant, for crying out loud.
Dr. Mary Case, medical examiner for St. Charles County, said she had never seen a case in which a mom had drunk her baby to death. Indeed, the only case that leaps to my mind immediately is that of Melissa Irene Tanner, whose baby was born with a BAC of 0.21%. But Tanner’s child survived (though I can’t find an update on whether the kid sustained any logn-term damage).
Also, Tanner’s child was over six pounds at birth, which tells me that Lohnstein was abusing drink in her pregnancy much earlier and much more heavily than Tanner did. (UPDATE: As Lohnstein’s sister notes in a comment below, Lohnstein gave birth prematurely, so the weight comparison is invalid. I haven’t read the full coroner’s report yet to determine whether the premature birth was a direct result of alcoholism.)
But, hey, let’s not be too hard on the 33-year-old mom. (Well, former mom.) Look at her last name: “Lohnstein”. Doesn’t that sound like a low-quality lager? You might’ve well as named her “Michelob”.
I kid, of course. The bitch should totally fry for this. And that’s no joke.
(Hat tip: Chelle)
Today, Parents Behaving Badly presents a few simple rules for a happy, healthy pregnancy.
Rule #1: Don’t smoke crack when 9 months pregnant.
Rule #2: Don’t get behind the wheel of a car after smoking crack when 9 months pregnant.
Rule #3: Don’t fall asleep after getting behind the wheel of a car after smoking crack when 9 months pregnant.
Rule #4: Don’t run into another vehicle after falling asleep behind the wheel of a car after smoking crack when 9 months pregnant.
Rule #5: If you violate Rules 1 through 4, have the same good sense as Marta L. Patel and cop to the whole sordid mess. But don’t tell cops that this is “the first time you’ve smoked crack”, as this is likely a crock of shit. No one’s going to believe that you suddenly got a hankerin’ for rock cocaine a few days short of giving birth. In the real world, we call that “addict behavior”.
So let’s say you’re nine months pregnant. There’s something about pregnancy that makes you want to steal things. (After all, the last time you were pregnant, you stole another maternity ward patient’s purse.)
I find it pretty impressive that you were able to climb into a kitchen window in your delicate state. You want the karaoke machine? Okay, that’s not my cup of tea, but you may as well take it while you’re stealing the credit cards.
I was even willing to forgive you the shamrock tattoo on your boob. But then you go and ruin it all by buying a carton of Marlboro Reds with the stolen credit cards. Danielle, couldn�t you have bought some diapers or formula or Balmex to go along with the cigarettes?