Before Alice started school we would see my parents every week and Holly and I still do. My mum still wanted to see Alice once she started school and whilst of course there are the weekends, they can get busy and life can take over.
So, back in September mum asked if she could pick Alice up from school one day and take her back for dinner with them. Of course I didn’t mind and Alice was over the moon. She adores them and every week she asks which day is nanny picking me up, even though its the same day every week!
On Wednesday this week I was sat playing peppa pig with Holly and my phone beeped and I knew it would be a message from mum. She usually texted me to say something about Alice or send me a picture. And I was right it was my mum, but this time it was to tell me that Alice had fallen over at school and had a graze on her face.
Of course my heart fell a bit, no one wants to hear their child has been hurt. But, I thought it can’t be that bad the school didn’t phone me.
Anyway, when my dad brought her home and she walked through the door, I honestly don’t know how the tears didn’t fall down my face. My beautiful girl’s cheek was swollen and she had a nasty graze on her face. Then in typical child style, she pulled down her tights right there in the hallway to show me the plasters on both her knees.
She started to tell me what happened and how she was pushed over in the playground. But, she was very quick to tell me it was an accident. It happened just before home time and that is why the school hadn’t phoned.
I carefully took of her plasters, worried what would be underneath. But thankfully they were not too bad. It was her gorgeous face that took the full force of it. So swollen that her eye was partially closed.
When I tucked her into bed that night, I knew it wasn’t going to be the last time I would be coming in her room that night. I was a complete paranoid mummy, because it was her head and I kept checking her on and off all night. Luckily she slept all night and it didn’t bother her.
I spoke to my mum and she said that she came running out to her and into her arms. If it had been me that picked her up that day I know I would’ve cried, I just don’t think that I could have kept it in. The shock of seeing your child injured like that is overwhelming.
The love that us parents have for our children is like no other, they call it unconditional and it definitely is that. But it’s also so much more, its overwhelming, it’s suffocating, it takes over you in ways that you didn’t know were possible.
I’m at my worst when I know my children are hurt or poorly, I can’t deal with it and I get quite emotional about it. I just want them to be ok, healthy and safe. I know this won’t be the last time one of my babies is hurt and I know that I can’t wrap them up in cotton wool. But I do know that I will always be there for them, to hold them tight, to wipe away those tears and to have sleepless nights checking them.
The love of a mum is like no other and I am so very proud to be a mummy to both my gorgeous girls…
Joining Katie from Mummy Daddy Me for The Ordinary Moments