but still I haven’t got a clue as to what his reaction is going to be when I tell him what happened earlier today. The music also offers me some time to sit and contemplate while I watch the photogenic ‘Chocolate Box’ scenery go by and being on the top deck I have a magnificent view spanning miles. It is only when I realise that I have been singing “I Love It When We Do” a little too loud and quite possibly out of tune, that I note we are nearly there, as on the horizon is the obtrusive building that is Addenbrooke’s Hospital.
I have to turn the music off when I see my phone light up with an incoming call, on the display reads my ex-mother-in-laws name. Joseph, my youngest son has rang me every day so far to tell me what he has been up to at his grandparents, this has been; feeding the chickens that live in the garden to going to the seaside, or the going to visit the Imperial War Museum to baking fairy cakes. It has been great to hear the excitement in his voice and that he is enjoying himself, as well as being spoilt by the sounds of it. I was apprehensive at first about him coming down here, hence me staying over, but it looks like it has done him some good, a refreshing change to city life. Answering the call I am expecting to hear his voice so that he can tell me what adventure he is currently having or had.
“Isabel, it’s Rose.” The usually monotone voice on the other end suddenly causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand.
“What is it Rose?” How is it that us mothers know when something isn’t right? I can sense straight away that something is wrong.
“It’s Joseph Isabel. He’s had an accident….” I cut her off before she can say anymore.
“Where are you Rose?” I have to get to my little man, like now!
“He has been brought to Addenbrooke’s, Accident and Emergency.” I can hear the concern in her voice and I release a string of four letter words, as I know that is not a good sign. West Suffolk hospital is the closest one to Bury St.Edmunds, which is where they were going today. They can easily deal with most incidents there, so for Joseph to be taken to Addenbrooke’s, it must be far more serious.
As much as I want to know all of the details, I just want to concentrate on getting to my sweet, sweet boy. I haven’t had to pray for our family under any sort of trauma circumstances for a long time, but right at this minute, I am pulling in all of His favours. This is my Joseph, my baby.
“I’m approaching the hospital now, so I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Meet me in the reception please Rose.” I end the call and cover my mouth trying to stifle a sob. Despite my best efforts, I cannot stop the tears from forming. Why is it we always think the worse? I telephone Jackie to let her know what has happened, but not being able to pass on any more details I feel hopeless; she manages to calm me down and reassures me that until I know exactly how he is, I am not to worry.
As soon as the bus pulls into the stop I run as fast as my legs will physically take me, it’s amazing how you seem to find more strength when it comes to your children. The hospital is a huge site, but I easily find the emergency department.
“I have had a call to say my son; Joseph Chambers has been brought in.” Passing on his details including date and place of birth. I am drumming my fingers on the desk as I impatiently wait for her to tell me where he is.
“Isabel!” I turn to see Rose striding towards me her face looking drawn and grey.
“Rose, where is Joseph? What’s
I have to turn the music off when I see my phone light up with an incoming call, on the display reads my ex-mother-in-laws name. Joseph, my youngest son has rang me every day so far to tell me what he has been up to at his grandparents, this has been; feeding the chickens that live in the garden to going to the seaside, or the going to visit the Imperial War Museum to baking fairy cakes. It has been great to hear the excitement in his voice and that he is enjoying himself, as well as being spoilt by the sounds of it. I was apprehensive at first about him coming down here, hence me staying over, but it looks like it has done him some good, a refreshing change to city life. Answering the call I am expecting to hear his voice so that he can tell me what adventure he is currently having or had.
“Isabel, it’s Rose.” The usually monotone voice on the other end suddenly causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand.
“What is it Rose?” How is it that us mothers know when something isn’t right? I can sense straight away that something is wrong.
“It’s Joseph Isabel. He’s had an accident….” I cut her off before she can say anymore.
“Where are you Rose?” I have to get to my little man, like now!
“He has been brought to Addenbrooke’s, Accident and Emergency.” I can hear the concern in her voice and I release a string of four letter words, as I know that is not a good sign. West Suffolk hospital is the closest one to Bury St.Edmunds, which is where they were going today. They can easily deal with most incidents there, so for Joseph to be taken to Addenbrooke’s, it must be far more serious.
As much as I want to know all of the details, I just want to concentrate on getting to my sweet, sweet boy. I haven’t had to pray for our family under any sort of trauma circumstances for a long time, but right at this minute, I am pulling in all of His favours. This is my Joseph, my baby.
“I’m approaching the hospital now, so I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Meet me in the reception please Rose.” I end the call and cover my mouth trying to stifle a sob. Despite my best efforts, I cannot stop the tears from forming. Why is it we always think the worse? I telephone Jackie to let her know what has happened, but not being able to pass on any more details I feel hopeless; she manages to calm me down and reassures me that until I know exactly how he is, I am not to worry.
As soon as the bus pulls into the stop I run as fast as my legs will physically take me, it’s amazing how you seem to find more strength when it comes to your children. The hospital is a huge site, but I easily find the emergency department.
“I have had a call to say my son; Joseph Chambers has been brought in.” Passing on his details including date and place of birth. I am drumming my fingers on the desk as I impatiently wait for her to tell me where he is.
“Isabel!” I turn to see Rose striding towards me her face looking drawn and grey.
“Rose, where is Joseph? What’s
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