This is why you shouldn't play with fire ...

*Warning: some of these photos are graphic!*

Imagine this: it's 9 pm, and I'm sitting on the couch at Bushbabe's house and the phone rings. We both look at each other, wondering. After all, it's reasonably late for a phone call!

It's my daughter... 'Now, Mum, I don't want you to panic, but...'

There is nothing surer than those words to straight panic into the heart of a mother!

It turned out that Hayden was on his way to hospital after getting burnt.

Luckily, I was heading home the next day because later that night I got a text telling me he was going to be staying in hospital, and the Esperance doctors weren't sure if he would have to go to Perth to have a skin graft or not.

A 5 am start, a couple of hours’ drive to Bundaberg, a flight back to Brisbane (with only minutes - I kid you not - to spare from landing to boarding the flight to Perth), a flight to Perth, then a flight back to Esperance had me arriving home at about 7 pm.

I can tell you I was pretty pleased to walk in through the hospital door and hug my boy.

The nurses told me it was the white patch they were concerned about, and because it was on the knee, scarring could cause problems with the movement later on, which was why they were sending photos to the burns unit at Princess Margaret Hospital. If they wanted us to come to Perth, they would let us know.

That greeny, mushy coloured stuff on his leg is called 'Sluff'‘- it's all the dead skin from the burn. The farmer in me made me tell the staff it looked like a fly-blown sheep without the maggots. Probably no surprise they gave me a few strange looks!

Considering how awful it looked, Hayden didn't seem to be in huge amounts of pain, unless he moved. There were a few days of games, stories and computer games before they told us we could go home.

I almost shouted with joy - I'd been back in Esperance three days and spent hardly any time at the house at all - all at the hospital. There was so much to do - catch up on all the mail from while I'd been away on tour, washing, starting to write my next book... You get the picture.

Once we left the Esperance hospital and headed home, I assumed Perth was out of the question. I was wrong.

After a dressing change at Ambulatory Care and another lot of photos sent up to PMH, I had a phone call saying they needed me in Perth that night.

I almost laughed out loud. I had three hours to get organised, a child that needed someone to look after them in Esperance, a go that needed a place to stay... Three hours??

'And how long will I be away for?' I asked, my mind grappling with the news.

'Oh, ten days at the least, maybe fifteen.'

I can't remember what I said to that, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't complimentary! In the end I managed to put off going for twenty-four hours, so I had time to organise a few things - it wasn't going to hurt Hayden by doing that, and it was certainly going to make it slightly easier.

Rochelle was thrilled to find out she was having a few days off school and with the thought of a bit of shopping in Perth, she was happy to come along for the ride!

Having arrived on Sunday night, Hayden was operated on first thing on Monday morning. (As most mums will know, there is nothing worse than seeing your child slip into a general anaesthetic. Coming out of it, however, can be a little funny. Hayden felt so weird, he kept saying:

'I'm losing my mind. My name is Hayden. I'm at Princess Margaret Hospital, I was born on...'

So on and so forth. Rochelle was standing at the end of his bed with her iPod. I banned any thoughts of her videoing him... I had visions of her popping something up on Facebook or saving it for Hayden's twenty-first. After all, aren't sisters supposed to do embarrassing things to their brothers?

The physio visited a couple of days afterwards, but with a bandage this size and heavy, Hayden found it really hard to move his leg. It took a few days, but they eventually got him up and moving.

I was lucky enough to have Garry come up later in the week to give me a bit of support. He whipped me off to Fremantle Markets for a day of 'something different'. The atmosphere was amazingly vibrant and fun, and the food was incredible! The break was necessary!

Eight weeks on, and even though it still looks like this, it's healing really well. (I never thought I would say that something quite so horrible-looking is looking good!)

He has a 'second skin' which he will have to wear for two years, and if he stays off the flying fox and stops stacking it on his bike, the burn may have a chance to heal! (The skin is so fragile, it's just like rice paper, so it doesn't take much to bust it open. Which Hayden does sometimes, by just 'being a boy'!)

The lesson here is: let's not play with fire!

*Thanks to all the nurses at the Esperance Hospital and Ambulatory Care and all the staff at PMH.