Lougle I've read, and re-read your post and I am confident that you did not mean to offend me, but you have pretty much summed up how I feel the professionals see me- too naive, in denial or stupid to realise that Beatrice is going to die of respitory failure. Trust me, I do understand this, I just don't feel that it is her time to go.
You ask, 'if Bea was to develop severe respiratory distress, are you able to accept that aggressive intervention (ventilation, iv antibiotics) will not be given?' Aggressive intervention will not be given because dh and I have agreed and decided it should be so. On 31st January, I held Beatrice as she took just 4 breathes per minute. I said goodbye to my baby and told her she could fly away if her body was too tired to carry on. I instructed the consultants not to rescusitate her should her heart stop. I prepared to kiss my darling girl for the last time. Miraculously, she chose to hang on, and has come on leaps and bounds. But of course I understand it will be a chest infection that kills her.
'In that sense, hospital will do nothing for Bea, because what will they do? Nothing that you can't. I suspect though, that the reassurance you are looking for is more towards the 'they'll be able to do something to make her better', which, if they actually won't, is something you need to know very clearly.' Each time I have taken Beatrice to hospital with a chest infection, they have given her appropriate antibiotics and pain relief. Things I could not have done at home. Just because Beatrice is life-limited, should I just make her suffer next time she gets ill? The doctors can't fix her or give us back our future, but they can treat an infection that stares them in the face. And why shouldn't I want that for my child? I've had people spout 'quality of life over longevity' at me several times. How heartless do they think I am? That I would keep my child alive for my own benefit, to save my own heart from crumbling, and allow Beatrice to suffer? It's so insulting!
My first thread here was entitled, 'A life filled with love is a life worth living', and nothing has changed. Her life is still filled with love, new experiences, progress, peace and tranquility and above all, is pain-free.
I feel like I've spent the last few days defending myself and my decisions. Beatrice is still here, still improving. Can't we raise up our hands and be thankful rather than doubting and fearing for the future? I've been living off my nerves today, really feeling sick.
She was given her Sunbeam chair for home and I took her to Conductive Education class, and you know what? Both things were spoiled by the negativity of others that I am carrying around, and I've no idea how to shake it off.
Lougle Once again, I know you were not meaning to upset me, and I hope I have not offended you in return, but the points you raised in your post have given me lots to think about and reply to.