The day my son was hit by a car

Sorry I have been a bit AWOL the last week or so – it’s been one hell of a ride. Last Tuesday we relocated from Devon to Lincolnshire, which was a huge upheaval for everyone, and has meant several days of living out of boxes, eating Sainsburys sandwiches for dinner and sleeping on mattresses on the floor.
For now, we are half settled. Most of the boxes are unpacked, and we have made this rented house as much of a home as possible until our house in Devon is sold and we can buy our forever home in Lincs.
On top of all of that, last weekend was quite possibly the scariest of my life. It had been a lovely Sunday – we had been out for lunch with my parents, and had then been in to the town to watch Gemma carrying the flag in the Brownies parade for St Georges Day. We came home happy and tired, and I started to pack up the last few boxes while Max slept and the older 2 played in the front garden.
The next minute the peace was shattered when I heard the squealing of car brakes. A sound you never want to hear – followed by an eerie silence, broken only by Gemma’s screams. I was out the door like a shot, to see the awful and terrifying sight of my 6 year old son lying in the road in a pool of blood.
It’s a sight I wouldn’t ever want anyone to have to see.
I don’t remember much after that. I do remember running to Jacob, and kneeling next to him, cradling his tiny face which was covered in blood and cuts. I remember a neighbour holding his head still. I remember someone on the phone to an ambulance, and I remember the relief when I heard the sirens. 
The next couple of days were a blur of ambulances, hospitals and tests. Thankfully my boy had been very lucky. It turns out that he had been skateboarding and had gone off the driveway, into the road and headfirst into a moving car. His poor little face was battered and bruised, his little cheekbone was fractured and he had some a pretty decent dose of concussion – but it could have been so much worse. The thought makes me sick to my stomach.

Seeing your child lying in the road half underneath a car is horrific, and it’s a sight I will never ever forget. I thank whichever guardian angel was watching over my boy that day




  1. April 6, 2018 / 5:53 am

    Wait your son’s name is Gemma? What a horrible name for a boy. Also that’s a girl’s name.

    • kate
      April 6, 2018 / 9:16 am

      No, my son is called Jacob. My daughter is Gemma. She was screaming because she saw her brother hit by a car.
      Thanks for reading, and for your sympathetic comment.

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