I was in the midst of studying, dressed in joggers and hoodie with my hair tied back when I had a frantic phone call from my son saying that my grandson Hunter had been rushed to hospital with breathing difficulties. I felt my heart stop briefly and blood drained from my head but in that split second I had grabbed my car keys and my bag and was out the door before we had even finished the call. Arriving at the hospital in record speed, and hopefully without a speeding ticket, I rushed to A&E to be with my family. Hunter is only 7 weeks old, he is my third grandchild, and to see his tiny little body on the bed surrounded by machines and with a tube coming out of his nose was heart breaking. He was diagnosed with bronchiolitis and kept on oxygen for two days before being discharged on day three. My son's partner was marvellous and was calm and serene throughout his stay in hospital. I felt totally useless, apart from bringing them food and clean clothes there was not much I could do. As a mum all you want to do is make things better, this time I had to relinquish my mum duties to the nurses and doctors. They did a wonderful job and looked after Hunter and his mum and dad marvellously, I take my hat of to them. Needless to say I didn't get any studying done during this time. I realise that I have to be a bit more flexible with my study timetable and be ahead of myself so that if any other emergencies happen I have a bit of breathing space. I'm now back on track with my study and Hunter is back at home with his family making all the demands of a new baby. I wouldn't wish it any other way.
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So, I had planned on studying this weekend or at least looking through the books and devising a study planner. As with all good plans they never go the way you intended. Saturday my husband wanted to go out and looked upset when I told him I was going to study, he spent the best part of an hour moping around the house so, in the end, you guessed it, we went out. I did enjoy myself, it was a beautiful late summer day and we strolled through the Laines in Brighton window shopping ending up on the beach watching the world go by.
Sunday my youngest son flew home from America. He has been away for two months on a deployment with the RAF. We drove up to his base to take him for lunch, we had a lovely catch up and heard all about his time away. By the time I got home, having negotiated the M25 and the M23, I couldn't be bothered to do anything. So here I am, 7pm on a Sunday evening, glass of wine in one hand and surfing the internet looking at books and stationery. on Amazon.
Tomorrow I plan on studying.... watch this space.
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