• Waking up to find Mr. LA had already left for London. I normally stir when he has an early start, so I was incredibly grateful for the extra sleep.
• Lying in bed quietly while I waited for the children to surface.
• Snuggling under the covers with Jesse for a while. He had the beginnings of a cold, requiring a spoonful of Calpol and a few blasts of his inhaler.
• Heading downstairs for a cup of tea.
• Cuddling Izzy when she finally joined us downstairs. I love that she’s learned to appreciate the beauty of lie in at the weekend {although I am well aware that it has a lot to do with the fact she stays up reading long after we’ve put her to bed}.
• Making breakfast and drinking more tea.
• Deciding a lazy day at home would be a good idea. After a long week of working harder than I knew I could, I had hoped to go adventuring with the children, but I sensed Jesse wasn’t up to it. I’m glad I followed my instincts.
• Jumping in the shower, pulling on a crisp white t-shirt and skinny jeans, and tying my hair in a top knot.
• Drying laundry in the sunshine while the children played on the yarden floor.
• Watching every episode of Love Your Garden on ITV Player. Aware of my newfound passion for tending to our outside space, my mum suggested I give it a watch. I had no idea Alan Titchmarch was such a god.
• Cooking and eating pasta for lunch.
• Worrying about Jesse’s breathing.
• Worrying some more.
• Giving him another few doses of salbutamol.
• Trying not to panic.
• Second guessing myself.
• Calling 999.
• Pacing around the living room while I waited for the paramedics to arrive.
• Breathing deeply as I did my best to absorb what was happening.
• Hitching a ride in the ambulance to Bristol Children’s Hospital, blue lights and all.
• Laughing at Jesse as he declared the nebuliser ‘just like Darth Vader’.
• Trying not cry.
• Telling Izzy everything was going to be alright.
• Marvelling at how tiny Jess looked all of a sudden.
• Feeling like the next few hours passed in a blur. The doctors and nurses were brilliant and Jesse’s breathing was soon under control.
• Leaning on the people of twitter for support. Say what you want about the internet, but I feel very lucky to be part of a community that gives the most amazing virtual hugs just when you need them most.
• Giving Mr. LA a very real hug when he arrived. The poor man had received my frantic texts just as he boarded the train home from London.
• Eating sandwiches and crisps for our supper.
• Wandering through to an observation ward.
• Realising I had been running on adrenalin for most of the evening. As my anxiety ebbed away I felt sick and suddenly exhausted.
• Deciding I should be the one to take Izzy home and get some sleep. We’ve inadvertently become old hands at frantic trips to A&E and I’ve always stayed overnight when the children have been admitted, but I just didn’t have it in me this time.
• Taking a taxi back to the house.
• Climbing into bed almost immediately.
• Letting Izzy think she was sleeping in my bed because she didn’t want to be alone, when really it was the other way round.
• Waking up very early, checking my phone and feeling relived to see Mr. LA’s text messages telling me everything was OK.
• Walking to the supermarket in the rain.
• Making four ingredient nutella brownies to welcome the boys home.
• Tidying and sorting the kitchen while I still had the energy.
• Re-washing the laundry I’d been forced to leave in the machine overnight.
• Giving Jesse an enormous hug.
• Wishing I could take his asthma away.
• Serving up broccoli pasta and a colourful chopped salad for lunch.
• Dozing on the sofa while the children watched a movie.
• Mustering up the energy to put them to bed.
• Ordering Chinese food and craving an early night.
• Wishing we could get an extra weekend to recover from this one.

Love Audrey xxx