We haven't been having an easy time of late.
We got back from queensland, tired, emotinally drained and looking forwards to the holidays.
The kids were fighting and bitching non stop, the phone wouldn't stop ringing and I was exhausted.
Bianca went out on her bike with the dog. It was early evening, and normally one of us do go with her, but we live in a safe neighbourhood so I wasn't that worried. In fact an hour later when she still wasnt back, Aiden commented on how responsible she was being. To walk the dog for more than five minutes normally requires a very large bribe for our girls.
I wrestled Annabel into the tub, for a long overdure scrub and didn't think too much when said dog came running in with his leash still attached. Took it off, finished up with Annabel, went to make some dinner and realised there was NO SIGN OF BIANCA.
By this time Aiden had gone to a meeting so I had no one to throw Annabel at (who at 6 oclock in the evening is well past her best).
I had that feeling. You know the one that resembles swallowing lead?
I grabbed the keys, chucked Annabel in the back of a car and started towards the dog beach. Two roads out of school and I saw it.
Mangled bike lying on the pavement. Smashed helmet, but no daughter.
Thankfully the lady in the house opposite saw me slam the brakes on and explained that there had been an accident and Bianca had been taken off in an ambulance. OVER AN HOUR AGO.
Trying to drive to the public hospital about twenty minues away. Frantically trying to get hold of Aiden and let him know that his wife needed some serious mental support. Got to the hospital, ran in with Annabel in arms and they told me she hadn't been admitted.
WHAT THE FUCK. WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER??
So they checked the records. Yes there was an ambulance dispatched, but no not to F hospital (the public one) it had actually taken her to St John's the very expensive private hospital in the city. Why?
Because whatever state Bianca was in when they got the ambulance to her, she made damn sure they knew she had full coverage private medical insurance. That's my girl.
By the time I got into the city Aiden was already there. Bianca was lying on a spinal board and not allowed to move. She'd been x-rayed and had something wrong with her C2 verterbrae. A long game of waiting. Thankfully Annabel was asleep in the car before we got to St Johns.
A ct scan and mri revealed three fractures in one verterbrae so they had to pin her.
It was a hard few days, aiden and me shuffling lucie and annabel between us and trying to have someone constantly by Bianca's side and keep her entertained. Not that easy when she wasn't allowed to move anything.
Then we had our other saga... which i will tell you about later.