Saturday, January 14, 2012

That Moment When Your Heart Stops

Today was supposed to be a wonderful day.  It started that way, but then it went really wrong.  My oldest daughter, Veronica, had just turned 20 only 2 days ago, and we went out for lunch today to celebrate.  You know when you take your cellphone out of your pocket for no reason, and it rings within seconds?  Well, that happened to me twice today.  On our way to lunch at Maggiano's (OMG AMAZING), I pull out my cellphone just seconds before it rang.  It was Veronica, she's an adult and can drive herself (the comment I got while we waited for her so we could all ride together), was asking where we were.  We were only 5 min away.  She's a little grouchy in the morning, and especially more now than ever since her boss put her on 3rd shift.  Anyway, that was the first instinct sign.

The second.... ripped out my heart and how it could even beat, I have no idea.  My daughter left the parking lot first, so I wasn't sure which way she went.  For a split second in my mind I considered calling her to tell her to take the interstate cause it's better, but I didn't.  She was driving, and for all the times I give her crap about being on the phone while driving, I knew I'd only make her mad.  It'd been only 15 minutes since we left the restaurant, us on the interstate, when, for no reason at all, I pulled my phone out of my jacket and held it in my hands.  Two seconds, or maybe five, it suddenly rang with my daughter's ringtone.  She's driving.  I instantly know somethings wrong, but somehow I keep calm.

I answered my phone to a hysterical, screaming and crying, Veronica.  The first words I heard said it all.  "I've been in a car accident and my car is totalled."  Mind you, it took everything to understand what exactly she was saying.  I finally had to tell her to give the phone to her boyfriend because she was so hysterical I couldn't understand her and I needed answers to get to my baby.  First, is everyone okay.  Second, where exactly are you?  Now, my fiance had a third, whose fault was it, but that is NOT at the top of my list.  Jojo, the boyfriend, says his neck and knees hurt, but she seems to be okay (other than to obvious freaking out). 

It seemed to take forever to get to her.  I knew so was semi-ok, capable of calling her mom and able to talk, but what was probably only 10 minutes, felt like an hour or more.  I can't talk, I can't think.  I immediately shut off my emotions and brain.  I have to cause me freaking out, which I was on the inside, wouldn't do my baby any good.  She's okay, that's what I kept saying to myself over and over.  Thank God I wasn't the one driving, some SERIOUS road-rage would've happened.  I mean, how dare these people be in my way, taking their time when all's I want is to see my baby and her boyfriend (the desire to do a complete body search for even a scratch did cross my mind) and know they were truly okay. 


It may not look like much, but then again, I didn't tell you what happened.  They were going 40 mph down a major road.  She turns on her right blinker to change from being in the middle lane to the righthand lane.  The SUV, which was going the other way, decided to do an illegal U-turn and put himself up for a T-boning.  Her car was literally between the front and back tires as her car tried to give it a piggy-front-ride.  She in turn, bruised her right hip, putting her whole 102 lbs of body weight, on the break pedal to try to stop.  The rest of her body, cletched into a half ball and too scared to open her eyes.  She thought for sure she would be dead.  Her boyfriend, feeling pain but his focus was completely on her.  She said he wouldn't quite touching her everywhere, to see if she was hurt, and begging her to open her eyes.

Being the one reading this, this may not seem like much.  But to me, it's everything.  I could've lost my baby today because of someone else's mistake.  It's a thought I can't handle, and I have prayed all day to thank God for keeping my baby safe.

So, if I were to send a message to everyone.... Always count your blessings and let your children know how much you love them.  Remind them, constantly, of always wearing their seatbelt and that you are always there for them when they need you. 

End results from the emergency room:  Veronica has a very bruised right hip.  Jojo has a neck contusion.  Both are going to be fine, and hurt like hell for a few days.  Thank you God for watching over my baby.

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