In my life I’ve broke, snapped, twisted, scraped, cut, slashed, banged and bruised just about everything and not a lot of it hurt, what happened last week was the most horrible thing and what I imagine pain to be like and It wasn’t me that was hurt!

My eldest on who is 13 was at school and jumped about 2 metres over a path from no height, somehow when he landed he completely snapped his left leg in 3 places, an ambulance was phoned and we got a call from the school saying ” He has fallen and we think he’s broken his leg” That’s the only info I had and as I arrived at the hospital 25 mins before the ambulance there was time for all kind of horrible thoughts to cross my mind.

Here’s just a few things I thought about while i paced up and down outside A&E

1. Has he fell down stairs?
2. Has he fell from the science block (highest building in the school)?
3. Are the bones sticking out of his leg?
4. Why is the ambulance taking so long, can they not move him?

When the ambulance did turn up the back doors came down and I saw him with no colour in is face at all, an expression of pure shock and fear. We were taken to casualty all the time I was trying to keep him calm and do what I could to make him feel safe.

Once the doctor came round he cut his trousers to reveal the leg and although no bones were on show it was pretty obvious how serious the break was. Some morphine and gas and air was used to help him with the pain, consultants came and went, phone calls were frantically made and all the while a 13 year old was being the bravest I have ever seen him or anyone else for that matter.

Once he was pretty stable a weird feeling came over me, i started to sweat my left ear started ringing and everything sounded funny, i was about to faint i assume, a new feeling but guessed that’s what it was, i sat down beside him and soon got back to normal. I think it must have just been all the pressure and relief rushing over me when i realised he was at least ok despite the bad break.

I won’t go in to a lot of detail but a few hours later a back slab was being put in place which is a half cast supporting the back of his leg, now there was 4 people doing this and the doctor held the broken section and was trying to manipulate it i to some kind of position which would help avoid the surgery they had been scheduling for later that night. The pain must have been awful and to see the way the leg moved freely was sickening, again he was just so brave and I was trying to keep him comforted while probably looking a very pale shade.

Anyway 5 days later we were back at home and resting, I bought him a new ps3 slim for his room even though we have one downstairs which the kids share. The whole thing made me realise just how much I care for him and how strange it was to have loved and protected him while he was younger, watch him grow in to a young man and then suddenly be so much like a child again.

It was something I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy and something I hope and pray never happens t our family again, you feel so helpless as there is nothing you can do except be there and support them in anyway you can. Now starts the recovery and I do feel really bad for him now as a full length cast is hard to move around, It will be a long time off school which he will like i guess.

I could write forever about this and mention everything that happened, the 5 nights in hospital, the doctors and murses, the cleaner who was excellent but I won’t. All i care about now is the fact he is home and on the mend.

Well that was my week last week and the most pain I have ever felt without injuring myself in anyway. I’m starting to get back in to work now and aiming to bu a bigger house, all this has also made me think we need more room and more rooms!!

Yours Sincerely

Online Del Boy