The Parents of the "Killer" Nanny's Victims Welcome Baby Boy Nearly a Year Since the Murders
On Saturday, Marina and Kevin Krim, the parents of two young children who were killed in their Upper West Side apartment by their nanny, Yoselyn Ortega, announced the arrival of a baby boy. It is welcome good news in a gruesome murder whose first anniversary comes in less than two weeks.
Taking to the Facebook page of an education foundation set up in memory of their two murdered children, the Krims announced the birth of their child to the congratulations of 932 commenters.
"We are very excited to share with you that Felix Harrison Krim, all 8 pounds, 10 ounces, and 21.5 inches of him, arrived today," the Krims wrote. "Marina, Felix and all of us are healthy and happy."
It's a bright spot in an unfathomably sad story. On October 25, 2012, Marina Krim returned home from picking up her four-year-old middle child, Nessie, from a swim class, to find six-year-old Lulu and two-year-old Leo stabbed to death in the bathtub.
Nanny Yoselyn Ortega, 50, allegedly stabbed herself and slashed her own throat after stabbing the children. She spent weeks in the hospital recovering. She was formally charged with two counts of first-degree murder and two counts of second-degree murder.
Ortega has pleaded not guilty to the charges. This past August, Runnin' Scared reported that the court had found her fit to stand trial, though her legal team is challenging the court's determination.
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