Now I don't for a minute approve of Jennifer Westerfield's choices or actions, but let's think about what she did not do.

She did not hold a pillow over her baby's face and smother him.

She did not drown him in the bathtub.

She did not leave him alone in a filthy home.

She did not throw him in a Dumpster to die.

What she did do, was leave her baby at a place where he was guaranteed -- guaranteed -- to get the care she seemed to know she was unable to give.

A mother's love? Maybe.

While her decision was certainly flawed, maybe it was best thing she could do, getting her baby away from her before she did something irreversible -- like kill him.

I'm not saying that's what would have happened, but we've all read the stories. How many children are dead because mothers who were suffering from postpartum depression -- a treatable medical condition -- snapped.

Postpartum depression can happen anytime within a year after birth. A year.

I don't profess to know what was in Westerfield's mind, and I am certainly not a doctor, but you have to admit, it could fit.

So, if that's indeed what happened, if Westerfield's decision -- one that seems so abhorrent to many of us -- might have saved her little son's life, doesn't she perhaps deserve the tiniest bit of compassion?