Lying on the hospital bed next to my son William, I gently sang the words to the Snow Patrol song Chasing Cars. ‘If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world…’ I whispered, as tears fell down my face.
Five days before, William, my happy, healthy, 21-month-old little boy, had a slight temperature of between 37 and 38C before suffering a massive febrile seizure in the kitchen of our home, followed by two cardiac arrests.
He’d survived, but tests had revealed his brain was severely damaged and his tiny body was shutting down. Now, in a quiet private room with my husband Keith, 40, and I cuddling William,