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Next time you go on holiday, sparkly, tell your daughter (if she has stopped huffing by then) that you won't be available as the emergency contact for the duration of the holiday.
In your position I wouldn't be the emergency contact anyway as two hours away from the school is too far. If you had been at home when the child injured his ankle, the school would have had to look after him until someone could collect him anyway and his mum would probably have gone because that would have been quicker than you going.
Your not being a confident driver also needs to be taken into account.
I suggest you stop being the emergency contact for your grandkids. It really doesn't sound like a sensible arrangement given how far away you are. I'm another who's wondering where these children's dads are.
If you've got this far, here's true story that might make you feel better. When I was fifteen or sixteen, one of my brothers (10 or 11 at the time) fell out of a conker tree at my dad's college and suffered injuries to his face. I was at home making pastry for an apple pie for our Sunday lunch. Our parents were at Mass (we kids, five of us, had been to an earlier one).
A couple of students had picked bro up, bundled him into their student van and brought him home. When I explained that our parents were at church, the students offered to take bro to hospital as he obviously need stitches – I went to have a look at him in the back of the van. His face was a mess but he seemed okay otherwise, if rather in shock. I thanked them and they did.
When Mum and Dad got back I told them the story. Mum groaned and said, "Let's have a coffee before we go." Which they did. Then they went to collect bro from hospital.
Because bro had been put in a wheelchair when he arrived at hospital and possibly had his injuries stitched up while he was still in it, nobody noticed that he couldn't walk as he'd also injured an ankle. So he had to be taken back to hospital to have that checked. It wasn't broken, thankfully.
Back then GPs did things like taking stitches out at one's home. When this happened the GP said "I don't let my kids climb trees." Bro said "Why not?" 😅
Anyway, the point I'm making is that a possibly broken ankle is hardly life threatening so I think, along with one or two others, that mumsnetters (and some gransnetters) might have over-reacted a bit. I don't think a fourteen year old is going to be traumatised because he had to wait to have an ankle injury looked at. Schools used to have medical rooms where a child could wait to be collected. Don't they still?
It wasn't straightforward for you, as you explained. Don't feel guilty. I also agree with those who think the era of mobile phones and instant responses makes people impatient – not the child, but your daughter.
Thank you - I won’t feel guilty. Basically it made sense to have me until we moved away from the area 7 months or so ago and I’m guessing that she’s just forgotten I was in the list. Not now at least - I’m sure she’s already has removed me in her huff 😆
I have addressed this elsewhere but unfortunately the children’s dad died when the youngest was very small (just over 1) and from what I know his mum (the kids other grandma) died when he was a teenager, so there isn’t the “traditional” family on the dads side to support her.
He was waiting in the medical room so they do still have them.