If you think our messages about water safety are harsh - then read this!!

Hannah's Foundation released a media statement last friday after yet ANOTHER drowning in a blow up/portable pool.

 

Some people claimed the headline,Portable pool or a coffin for Christmas  was too 'Harsh'.

Sadly, thats the reality though if adults do NOT supervise correctly and/or put fencing around these pools.

For those of you that think the headline was too 'Harsh' maybe read this:

 

Once Jaise was officially pronounced dead, we chose to donate his organs. Now it's comforting to know he saved a small child and adult but let me tell the world ONE thing:
At around 2pm we were told the transplant team would arrive around 7...pm to take him to theatre.
I then stayed with him, laying on his bed holding him, feeling his warm skin and watched the minutes tick by. Now I know that he saved lives but sitting on his bed with him, waiting for him to be taken to theatre was like waiting for a firing squad to execute me!!! My 3 best friends and Brett had to rip me off his bed after the staff wheeled him to the theatre door. That was the last time I saw my son as I knew him.
The next time was the morning of his funeral, in a small white coffin. He was dressed in his favourite red Thomas shirt and his special denim shorts that went below his knees. His little feet were in his Thomas shoes, that he got only 6 weeks before his death for his 2nd birthday.

I took his favourite blue dummy and placed it in his hand and placed one half of a special necklace around his neck so he knew my heart was with him always.

I then placed letters his sisters had written to him beside his cold little body, and gave him a photo of his sisters, myelf and his daddy. My Mum and Aunty also put photos and some other special things in beside him and kissed him goodbye. My friend that came with me that day, kissed him goodbye too. I could see tears welling up in her eyes, knowing she has 3 children of her own, I can only imagine how hard it was for her to be there to support me.

While I stroked his beautiful hair, and kissed his lovely lips I still could not believe MY SON was laying in this shiny white coffin, waiting to be buried.

I said goodbye, and walked out of the room backwards, so I could still see Jaise for as long as possible, because I knew this was the last time I would ever see him little face, his little hands, his beautiful hair and feel his presence, that never failed to make me smile!!!

 

THIS is the reality of NOT fencing your pool correctly!!

I do NOT want anyone else to have these memories of their child because it is terrible. You never forget seeing your child like this, and if sharing these parts of Jaise's story helps people understand the aftermath of drowning tragedy, then I will continue to share them!!