The phone was ringing – it was B. I asked, as I always do, if all was well.  The answer was always yes so I didn’t expect anything different.

This time the answer was no. I froze.

What did he mean?  What happened? Why is everything not okay?

B’s mum had collapsed after having chest pain and was taken by ambulance to hospital.

Oh My God.

Oh. My. God.

I could hear the fear. This is B’s mummy we’re talking about.  The woman who has been there for him all his life and who has influenced so much of his character.

We didn’t get any more information than ‘She was taken to hospital’. That was frustrating. There were so many questions.

We were due to fly to Ireland next week but this was not a situation where you wait a week; I contacted the airline and explained the situation.  It took almost an hour on the phone but we got a flight for the same day and our car hire booking was brought forward.

The Kids had been playing out with their friends so I called them in and explained what had happened.  I let them know that we would be flying to Ireland that night and asked them both to pack some clothes in a backpack.

It didn’t seem to sink in for L but M asked if he needed to bring his suit.  He understood.

Did he need to pack his suit? I had no idea.  Should we take it and prepare for really bad news?  Would that be tempting fate?

Funnily enough when B got home he asked me the same thing about his suit.

We packed our bags, I cancelled the dental appointments The Kids had for the following day and we managed to find accommodation in a busy holiday town during summer break.

When we finally got an update it was great news! She was conscious and responsive.   We all breathed a HUGE sigh of relief.

So did we jump the gun changing our flights?

I don’t think so.  There was so much uncertainty over what actually happened that I did not want to risk not being here.  Not just for my mother-in-law but for B who had a real scare and had to face the thought of losing his Mama.

I am so glad we did not pack the suits.

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