We got to the hospital, and were told to sit down. On arrival, Jamie had taken a massive heart attack. He was nine months old. He was still living - he had waited on us.
We went to see him in ICU. He was so small, surrounded by all this beeping machinery. His eyes were covered, but you would still know it was him. He was on life support and the machines were breathing for him. We talked to him and held his hand. Every so often they put us out of the room as his heart kept failing. Somehow he held on. Doctors came to talk to us and explained how bad everything was. We never gave up hope.
His wee body was now completely covered in the purple rash. We just waited for him to get better.
Near 11am the next morning, the doctors came to talk to us. They told us that Jamie's wee body could fight no more. They said that the next time his heart were to stop, that we would have to let him go. We all went in to see him in his room. We watched the monitor that showed his heart beating.
We saw that it was slowing down and the nurses lifted him out into our arms. Jamie's Daddy and I held him so tight. We told him to be brave. We kissed his tiny head and told him Goodbye. Jamie's heart stopped beating at 11.10am.
Nothing made much sense afterwards. We gave the nurses his clothes and he was dressed and wrapped in a blanket. We carried him to his Granda's car and brought him home.
The next few days are such a blur, but the pain of losing Jamie lives on.
We were contacted by Meningitis Research Foundation, and we realised that we were not alone. As a family we have gained strength, through raising money for research into this terrible disease, and through raising awareness. If we were to save even one more family from going through what we have, we have a reason to go on, for our sakes, but especially for our wee son Jamie.