Thats what friends (&family) are for ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ญย 

Slow down people would tell me,  take a break they’d say……

So we booked a fabulous family holiday to Marbella we were so looking forward to some well earned and precious family time in the sunshine, by the sea, on the sand, laughing & joking……. After the sudden health deterioration Dylan had suffered of late. 

Surely this was the break people were suggesting and the one we were anticipating?? 

But 48 hours prior to our flight I got a break. 

Six breaks in fact. 

In my fibula, tibia, bloody smhmiba!!!!! 

Not the break we had planned. 

Anyone that knows me knows I do not do a job by half….. So even down to breaking my leg I made sure was done good and proper. 

A huge fear of mine is breaking a bone. For I am the main carer of our almost six year old little boy, this little boy whose needs are that of a baby (& some). Our little boy whose life is so precious as well as being limited and far too medically complex for doctors to fix! 

So last Friday on way to do our last bits in prep for Marbs, Dylan and I took an almighty tumble down the stairs, whilst protecting him with my life, even the baby stair-gate didn’t stop our fall as we crashed straight through it bringing it off the wall and to the floor with Dylan and I. 

I heard the crumble and crack in my leg and the thump as we hit the ground. The pain was immense and we were both crying. Initially I was so happy I could hear Dylan’s cry as I knew he was alive. Then I was hysterical that I couldn’t move my body to get to him. I dragged myself to the front door to open in hope someone would hear and come to our rescue. 
Alone in this position with a non verbal child; what the hell was I to do??? Now the clue in actually in the title ‘mobile phone‘ and this, thank the Lord I had to hand. 

After calling hubby and mummy screaming for help everyone headed to our rescue hubby flew down the motorway, my parents, my in-laws and my gorg friend Sonia along with the nee-nor of a blue flashing ambulance filled with 3 very patient & kind paramedics. 

Sonia was first through the door who joined in with our crying, I needed her to check Dylan was unharmed as now I was flat out on floor in the most immense pain I’ve ever felt. Dylan was fine. I honesty do not know how, but once fed potato waffles and an orange Fruit Shoot he soon calmed down. 

Long story short; the NHS were superb, the operation went smoothly albeit I was awake for the whole two hour long surgery but am now on the long road to recovery. 

So instead of laying on a sun bed in Marbs i ended laying on a bed somewhere just as hot but not as glam – PAH hospital in Harlow!

So, I now I am a temporarily disabled person caring for my disabled son, and am the not-so-proud owner of lots of mobility aids including a wheelchair and a Zimmer frame. 
Having your independence taken away from under your feet (excuse the pun) is horrid. 

But I am truly thankful and touched by all the love and support I have received. My amazing supportive caring and loving husband, I am so so lucky to have my wonderful parents and in-laws who have all gone above and beyond the call of duty looking after me and my babies and of course my fabulous friends – ‘The Dylanettes‘ who have been put on a rota basis for caring for us, making endless cups of tea and being my personal hairdressers.  

So the break I’ve had this year wasn’t the one I had in mind……………