A Dingo’s Got My Baby!
by Lindy Chamberlain-Creighton
Lindy’s book is no longer available directly from her.
A print version is available through Amazon Print-On-Demand in some countries, or Amazon Kindle in digital format.
It is also available in digital format from Apple Books.
Page after page demolishes the myths and fables that have been spun around a nation’s obsession with the baby’s disappearance.’
– The Sydney Morning Herald
What first struck me on meeting Lindy was her sense of humour and surprising lack of bitterness. Here is a woman who has been under such macabre and intense public scrutiny and yet through all the tabloid hysteria they haven’t managed to capture the real Lindy at all. There are so many myths about Lindy and the Chamberlain case that have still not been dispelled and to read this book is to get closer to the truth behind the story that has continued to fascinate Australia for the past 24 years.’
– Miranda Otto, Actress
An excerpt from the book:
Bubby, no God, oh no, not my baby. It’s not true. She is there. Something else, God, not her. She must be dead or she’d cry. Not a sound and those empty scattered blankets. My feet feel like lead as I clear the fence and dive into the tent headlong. I scream to Michael as I run that the dingo has the baby, with one hand on Reagan to feel his heartbeat and check he is alive and the other lifting those awful scattered blankets. The basket rolls as I bump my hand on the edge. It wouldn’t do that if she was in it. I think I’m going to be sick. I touch the carry basket. It’s really empty. It’s no bad dream—and it’s still warm, even her dummy is still warm. She’s so little. So little and so precious. Reagan has his sleeping bag hood up and his face buried in the pillow. He never sleeps like that. Not ever. Boot him hard. He wriggles at last. He’s alive. Thank you God for his life—it could be both of them. Azaria, oh Azaria, what’s happened to you, what is happening to you? Your bed’s still warm and it’s so cold out there. ‘Oh God, oh God help me,’ I cry in my heart. I turn and dive out of the tent again the direction the dingo went. It is like standing outside myself and watching someone else moving in slow motion. So many things done so quickly, so little time gone. Three seconds, five seconds, from that first terrifying glimpse of an empty bed, and my scream to Michael. He seems to turn slowly as if someone has made a slow motion movie. Why hasn’t he run too. ‘What?’ God, he thinks I’m joking. Please God let him realise I’m serious and help me quickly. He’s had time to get to me, to chase that dingo, to get to here and help. He hasn’t moved and I’ve checked the tent and am out already. I scream again, ‘The dingo’s got my baby!’ I run to the right where the dingo headed and, and . . .
A few letters from those who have read the book
Hi, My daughter, who is 19, read your book last year and couldn’t put it down and said “Mum, you must read it” and I did. I want to say that you are a courageous and strong lady and that I am ashamed that our legal system treated you the way it did. You are also a gifted writer, among your other talents. (M.C., via email)
Dear Lindy, I have just this very afternoon finished reading your book’Through My Eyes’ and I just felt I had to tell you how amazing, thought provoking and truthful it was. Kindest Regards, M.(via email)
Dear Lindy, I had been meaning to read your autobiography for quite some time and it wasn’t until a month ago I finally picked it up off the shelf and purchased it to read on my honeymoon (as strange as that sounds). I was absolutely astonished to read of your most private, honest and memorable moments since the death of baby Azaria.
All the best with the years ahead Lindy, remember, you are an Australia icon not for a crime, but for your heroism to survive during the toughest of times and gracefully and forgivingly come through with your faith stronger on the other side.
You are an inspiration to me and so many others. Yours truly, M. S. (via email)
Your book was easy to read, factual and both frank and intimate in the details you were willing to expose. (A.G., via email)
