Ry and I escaped a serious car accident this morning by the skin of our teeth. Well, we didn’t escape the car accident, I totaled our car, but we escaped injury-free. Unbelievably injury-free. Blissfully, thankfully injury free.
But I’m completely freaked out and vowing to never drive again. It was some scary shit. I was on the freeway and I’m not exactly sure what happened, if I hit some black ice or what, but the wheel slipped through my hands and I started to swerve. In my panic, I jerked the wheel back too much, overcorrected for that, and then lost complete control. We were going 60-70mph, on a busy freeway, spinning all over the road. And we almost made it. All the cars around us managed to avoid hitting us, but right as we were coming to a stop (facing oncoming traffic), a little white car in the middle lane realized too late what was happening and clipped the front end, which sent us spinning and then back into the guardrail.
Like I said, scary shit. Sitting there facing all those cars coming straight at us…let’s just say it’s an image I won’t soon forget.
As soon as the car stopped, I jumped out and checked on Ry, and he was okay, he was scared, but okay, his car seat slightly askew, but still strapped in. I pulled him out, comforted him, checked him over. We went to the ER just to be sure. And we’re fine.
The idea that I camethisclose to killing him has made me 100% loco. I look at him and hug him and kiss him and I know he’s okay, but in my mind, he’s not okay. In my mind…well, it’s hard for me to keep what happened and what could of happened separate. People die in accidents like that. We walked away without a scratch.
I always thought I had bad luck, and it sucks that I needed an accident like this to realize that I have the best luck in the world. And an awesome, sturdy-beyond-all-hell Volvo. And the safest car seat available. Seriously, if we’d had another car or a cheaper car seat, I can’t imagine I would be typing this post with Ry safely taking a nap in his bed.
thank the world for small miracles, eh?
- help this effing fan already
- we’re cool, yo.