This morning, I dropped the boys off at preschool and went to run my errands. First, I HAD to go get a biscuit. I was starving and only a biscuit would do! After picking up breakfast, I decided it would be smarter to take a right and go through downtown Winder to head to CVS instead of trying to take a left onto the main strip. So, I made my way. As I was approaching Broad Street, right beside the courthouse, some guy in a big Avalanche whipped out of a parallel parking space and I hit him in the driver's door. Honestly, I had no idea what happened at first. I had no time to break or anything. I was just driving in the right hand lane and all of the sudden I was in a wreck. It took me a while to figure out where this guy came from, on my right. There was no side street.... what? Then, I realized he had been parked. I hit him with my right corner and kind of deflected off, so I was able to roll a bit before stopping. He took it in the driver's door and didn't roll at all, so I am sure he had a bigger impact than I did. The man never got out of the car. The passenger got out to check on me, and to call the police (we were literally outside the courthouse steps... you'd think we could have just yelled loud enough for a cop to come out). I was in shock... total shock. I thought I was doing okay, but I had no idea. No cramping, no bleeding. I just starting bawling. I was mad, upset, shook up, and terrified for my baby.
The woman told me that she had just been in court for a traffic accident. Wow. Really? The man never got out of the car and the passenger eventually said that he was hurt. He may have been hurt... or he could have just not wanted to get out and acknowledge that he just caused an accident with a pregnant woman in a minivan full of carseats. Because he couldn't crawl across the seat, they had to cut him out through his door. Actually, they pryed it open. Either way, it was a bit over dramatic. I wasn't in the mood to be sympathetic.
I declined to go in the ambulance. Even the EMT's said that they would end up taking me to Barrow Regional and I would be WAY better off going straight to my OBGYN who uses a real hospital. I called Jeff, who was in the middle of a meeting, and told him I needed him to come home right then. I had no car, no control over my emotions, no clue how to get to the doctor or get the boys from school. My car was smashed in the right corner panel, hood, and door. I thought it could be driven, but everyone said "NO!". Looks like the wheel may be bent... and no one wanted me driving down the road with a screwed up axel. The tow company called his wife to come and take me home. Jeff met me there and walked the pick up the boys from school while I took his truck to my OBGYN.
After an ultrasound and cervical check, it looks like everything is fine. This baby must be one tough cookie. I have a seatbelt burn, but that seems to be the extent of it. Now, let's get through this Fifth's Disease scare and chill out for a while.
I have no idea how long it will take to figure out what's happening with my van. Until then, we'll be borrowing cars until we can contact the insurance company and get a rental. You know, just this morning, Asa said that he wanted a new van with back windows that roll down. Did he know something I didn't? When Jeff walked to pick them up from school, they were of course confused. Jeff explained that I was in a car wreck but that I was okay. Asa asked, "What about the baby?" What a good big brother he will be.
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