The no dignity in death for children is in such stark contrast to the words from the wee 5 year old Karlton Donahey’s mum after losing him to an accident with a helium balloon which I’ll copy and paste here;
She said: "I remember a consultant stating that he was in a really bad way. I just hit the floor, I couldn't get up. I was crying: 'My baby boy, my baby boy'. It was just horrible."
Ms Donaghey said she did not leave Karlton's side while he was in critical care at The Great North Children's Hospital.
"I read to him and I sang to him," she added. "I washed his face, his fingers and his hair. I put Vaseline on his lips and I made sure he was clean.
"His heart was beating itself and his stats seemed to be showing improvement but he was suffering massive seizures. The last seizures affected him pretty badly. He wouldn't be able to function, everything was damaged.
"He was trying to fight on but I knew he was fighting with a little ounce of energy, it was taking it all out of him.
"I told him: 'Just close your eyes and rest' and: 'Don't worry about mammy'. I promised my little boy that it wouldn't break me.
"They took the sedation off him and he deteriorated rapidly. I had the opportunity to lie in bed with him, to hum and sing in his ear and cuddle him on my chest until his little heart stopped. My little boy just went to sleep and he looked so beautiful.
"I knew as a mother I wasn't going to bring him home. I'm just grateful to have had the six days with him."
This is dignity in death. And no photographs of the wee soul in a hospital bed, press conferences or barmy army’s.
She said: "I remember a consultant stating that he was in a really bad way. I just hit the floor, I couldn't get up. I was crying: 'My baby boy, my baby boy'. It was just horrible."
Ms Donaghey said she did not leave Karlton's side while he was in critical care at The Great North Children's Hospital.
"I read to him and I sang to him," she added. "I washed his face, his fingers and his hair. I put Vaseline on his lips and I made sure he was clean.
"His heart was beating itself and his stats seemed to be showing improvement but he was suffering massive seizures. The last seizures affected him pretty badly. He wouldn't be able to function, everything was damaged.
"He was trying to fight on but I knew he was fighting with a little ounce of energy, it was taking it all out of him.
"I told him: 'Just close your eyes and rest' and: 'Don't worry about mammy'. I promised my little boy that it wouldn't break me.
"They took the sedation off him and he deteriorated rapidly. I had the opportunity to lie in bed with him, to hum and sing in his ear and cuddle him on my chest until his little heart stopped. My little boy just went to sleep and he looked so beautiful.
"I knew as a mother I wasn't going to bring him home. I'm just grateful to have had the six days with him."
This is dignity in death. And no photographs of the wee soul in a hospital bed, press conferences or barmy army’s.