These threads have been a struggle for me, and I've avoided where I can. However, unlike most of you I've faced a similar situation to the Gard's and it was dealt with v.differently.
We knew something was wrong with DS when he was in utero. Told repeatedly by our cons that he would suffer & die soon after birth, labour would most likely kill him. There was an outright refusal to consult with anyone, anywhere else - even though babies with the same condition are treated in the U.S. (and here, we found afterward). Our son held on as long as he could. Normal brain, but several organs had been unable to grow properly.
The FMU did everything they could to persuade me to terminate (Inc emotional blackmail). They told me "we don't want you here. Go to X hospital". That hospital had no infant ICU facilities, and in the very unlikely event he was better than predicted, we wanted that available to him.
My cons tried to force me into a natural birth, despite DS' rigid abdomen measuring over 20 inches (from scans), and being told a vaginal labour would kill him. I was only permitted a CS when I asked for a MH assessment (which I never had), as I was, and still am broken by my experience.
I was turned away twice at appointments for an ELCS. I was told "we want to give the bed to a child who will be alive". I can see the logic, but it was harsh, especially in the light of treatment I now know could have given him a chance. We were promised palliative care to make him comfortable.
Eventually he arrived on Christmas Eve (my birthday). I would never wish a silent birth on anyone. Our son was put on a ventilator because he could not breathe alone. The MWs waited for a side room to be free and put us in there. Very soon after we took our son off life support and he died in my arms gasping for breath. He never opened his eyes. There was no palliative care. We were able to say goodbye to our beautiful boy, and not even an hour later DH had to leave until Boxing Day, 'cause hey, Christmas, and our eldest needed him.
Even now I am haunted by the thought I could have done more. He fought for every damned breath and I sat there and fucking let him slip away. For various reasons I could not terminate.
So please, before you judge the Gard's bear in mind you've not walked in their shoes, and if your kid was ill most of us would do anything, absolutely anything to give our precious babies a chance.
I gave up too easily, and now I have to live with that. I just pray my boy will forgive me, as I can't.