It came on Thursday night and signalled the worst 2 days of my life.
Two of my eldest daughters mates, "Kelsey's had an accident!" Legged it to the fields at the back of our house to find the rope swing over the valley she was on had snapped. She was at the bottom of the ravine, screaming her heart out, 80' down. Slithered down to her, blood all over her muddy face and her arms clearly out of shape.
IN A&E her x'rays confirmed both wrists broken and would need and operation.
Holding the anaesthetic mask to her face in the room next to theatre and kissing her forehead as she slipped away was just the most heartbreaking thing I have ever had to do and then be ushered out of the room by a nurse, I just fell apart.
She was in theatre for an hour, followed by all day throwing up.
Got her home tonight and starting the long process of getting her better. She cant pick anything up, we have to feed her, do everything for her. Still, the most precious thing in my life is back with us and, I have to say, coping a damn sight better than I am.
You can only wrap them up in cotton wool so much, and I suppose its part of growing up, but time like these are hard.
Keep them safe people, they are the most precious things in the world.
She was smiling all the time though.. proud as fook of her.