Picture the scene. Glorious sunny day, long lazy morning, breakfast out and a walk through the charming grounds of Salisbury cathedral, quick check of little mans diary to see when he's next due a nap only to find a missed phone call from hubby....
So last weekend we headed to Salisbury for hubby to take part in a gravel race, the plan being little man and I enjoy Salisbury for the most of it and then meet him at the finish, join in the festivities then make our way home.
What actually happened? Mama got a missed call just before lunch, called back to find out hubby had crashed and was in hospital, assessing the damage we had a break, broken leg, which when I got there we learned was a broken femur.
The next few hours were a mess of sorting accommodation for me and little man, getting his car back home, tracking down his bike and then waiting for hubby to come out of surgery, but at this point we really didn't know what the next few days were going to look like.
I made a plan in my head that I would be set up for the night and then make a decision based on what the doctors said if it was a long stay little man and I would go home, if not we would try and stay down a few more nights.
In the end we stay in salisbury for a few nights pretty much living out of a hotel, but it meant that we could go and see 'da' every day and because of his age and fitness levels his recovery was expected to be quicker than the usual time frame for this type of injury, thankfully this meant we could see a hospital discharge on the horizon.
Having plenty of shops around i was able to get supplies for me and little man, clothes, nappies, blankets etc, basically anything to keep us going. All in all our whole routine was a mess, hubby went in to hospital Saturday and didn't get discharge till Tuesday, we had this hotel till Wednesday, though this was a blessing because it meant hubby could come back with me for the night and then we could make the journey from there rather than trying to coordinate travel from the hospital when your waiting to be discharged.
Hubby had to be cleared by physio post op but once he was we were able to make a plan, it did mean a long distance taxi home rather than coordinating 2 trains with a man on crutches and 4 month old and me carrying everything, which was expensive but a much better option, and we stayed at his parents for a few days till he had enough strength to navigate the stairs of the flat.
Looking back it was a challenging time, little man was unsettled, I was very emotional and stressed and hubby was in a lot of pain, but despite all that I found the kindness of strangers, we developed a little more resilience and little one got a spontaneous holiday! My dad kept me sane through the whole thing with daily phone calls and we are now on the mend and moving forward.
It just means there is a little less cycling, and a little more challenge in the household!
Thanks for reading
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Jessie
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