It’s beginning to look a lot like………

If you’re ever offered an inquest 2 weeks before Christmas Day – say no.

As we walked from the train to the coroner’s court through the beautiful Christmas streets decked out with lights and with jolly Christmas songs and carols playing in every shop and on every corner, it only served to make us feel more desolate and isolated from the world around us.

I would like to apologise with all sincerity for not writing anything in the last two weeks. So many people have sent me wonderful messages of support and genuine concern in the days leading up to Nico’s inquest and I’ve hardly answered a single one of them or even acknowledged that I’m still here following the inquest.

Heart-warming tweets and some lovely blogs have been written in solidarity with us and I’ve not acknowledged a single one. This makes me feel terribly guilty. So I want to use this blog to express my absolute and total gratitude to everyone for their messages in the days before the inquest, during the two days and for all the days after. Your caring support means the world to me.

One of the loveliest people I’ve met on Twitter wrote to me two days before the inquest and asked me if I had a “strategy in place for how I was going to deal with my emotions after”. At the time I presumed she meant a coping strategy for how I would deal with a disappointing decision from the coroner, which after two years of fighting for an inquest would have been devastating. We had already been to London for a meeting with our legal team who talked to us about “managing our expectations”, which apparently is legal speak for “we don’t think we’re going to get a good result and you need to start preparing yourself for that eventuality now”.

The one thing no-one had talked to me about was how to prepare myself to deal with a “good” verdict. The verdict we had hoped and prayed for.

When is a victory not a victory? When it involves you listening to the awful, miniscule medical details of exactly how your son died and at which various points he could have been saved. When it involves listening to people you trusted lie – and lie quite badly, anything to pass the blame onto someone else. Desperate lies, guilty lies, but ultimately very horribly sad lies which probably have cost them dear as they now have to live with the memory of our hot, devastated eyes upon them while they lied.

Southern Health had come up with a most interesting line of attack, in which all their witnesses had been carefully coached. According to them, their barrister and all their witnesses, Nico made himself sick as a form of attention seeking. Or he did it to get out of doing things he didn’t want to do, so it was his fault really.

The one thing that Nico, my loving little Nico who was so fearless in the face of pain, dreaded and feared with all his heart, was begin sick and choking. Drowning in his own vomit. It simply terrified him to be sick, particularly if no-one was with him and it was early in the still, dark morning. We made sure that he was never alone when he was sick, that he never had to be terrified of dying alone, screaming for help that never came. We killed that fear for him, spat in its face and trampled on it. He knew that we would be there for him every minute through the night and in the early morning when he would be sick – we would be there to save him.

The coroner ruled that Nico could have been saved if the care staff had adhered to their own care guidelines of checking him every 20 minutes. He ruled that it was difficult to say exactly how long Nico was left that morning between checks as the evidence of the night staff was contradictory (each blamed the other and each said claimed the other had carried out certain key acts that morning) but he estimated it to have been at least 45 minutes and probably an hour or longer. He ruled that had they checked Nico when they should have he probably would be alive.

The coroner granted our inquest Article 2 status, which is usual when “The death occurred in circumstances the continuance or possible recurrence of which is prejudicial to the health or safety of the public or any section of the public.”

For several days after the inquest I felt I couldn’t move or breathe. Now we are moving around in a reasonably pretense of normal life. My halls are decked and there are carefully wrapped presents under my highly decorated tree. Tomorrow I host Christmas Day for my extended family. Tomorrow we will sing the songs, play the games and eat the food in time honoured tradition. But it will be a struggle and I will be so glad when the day is over.

Nico will be with us of course. His glass fronted cupboard in has been decorated with all his favorite Christmas sparkles and he has a small candle too. The candle will burn all day tomorrow and into the night too. He will not be alone in the dark.

Merry Christmas everybody………………………………

P.S. In some future blog I’ll place a link to some of the television coverage of our inquest, but for now I’d like to share with you the rather wonderful Phil Gayle (BBC Oxford) radio show as perhaps this says all there is to say at the moment. Here’s the link:

So that you don’t have to listen to the whole show, here’s a guide to the bits we’re in (obviously we’re also featured on each hourly news section).

  • 1.05 hours into the programme for edited version of interview with myself and husband and also interview with Beverley Dawkins
  • 2.07 hours into the programme Phil Gayle interviews Phil Aubrey Harris from Southern Health on the coroner’s verdict and how they have treated us.

5 thoughts on “It’s beginning to look a lot like………

  1. Reblogged this on Wisegrannie's Blog and commented:
    Thank you so much for writing this. A lot of us must have been thinking of you and wondering how things were going
    . You’ve bravely weathered a dreadful month and another Christmas. Wishing you and your family much less dreadful pressure and greater peace of mind in 2015 xx

  2. I had been wondering how you were – like Katie and Wisegrannie, I just wanted you to know I had been thinking of you all. Hard to know what else to say really that isn’t completely inadequate , but don’t like to say nothing at all. Take care xx

  3. Been in my thoughts too, think of Nico every time I look at my sunflower pictures in the kitchen and dining room walls. Love and virtual hugs, Jenny xx

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