On the way to school today, Hannah and I were hit from behind on the frontage road of Ben White Blvd near IH-35. We were having a Mommy/Hannah morning and going to stop for breakfast before school. Stephen was working from home because Cayden is on the tail end of Hand, Foot, Mouth virus and we didn't want to expose the kiddos at his preschool.
So I'm slowing down to turn into the Chick-Fil-A/Starbucks Parking lot, and the next thing I know we are moving very quickly towards a metal fence and eletrical pole. The whole thing was so sureal. I felt like I was going in slow motion as I gathered my wits and realized what was happened. The first thing that clued me in to something being wrong was Hannah screaming, "MOMMY!" That's what got me back into reality and able to manuever the car away from the fence and hit the brakes to come to a stop (nearly at the street a block away). We landed on the side walk about 400 ft from the driveway where were were intentionally trying to get into.
The car is a mess. As soon as we get the chance to get to the Tow Yard, I'll post photos, but it doesn't look good at all. The bumper and trunk were literally in the backseat. We couldn't open the doors to get Hannah out. I had to crawl through the front seat toget Hannah unbuckled and then had her crawl out of the car through the front.
Cop arrived, took care of us first. The guy did have insurance (thank the LORD), but I'm fairly certain he got a free trip downtown because our car was towed immediately, his truck was drivable, and it was still at the accident scene when we headed to the ER 2 hours later.
Turns out Hannah is fine. She is emotionally traumatized beyond belief. I don't even know how we're going to handle that. We'll have her talk to our pastors and the school counselor and then go from there, but this little 5 year old doesn't want to go anywhere in a car without her daddy anymore.
I on the otherhand have a minor concussion and severe whiplash. I'm on Vicodin, Motrin, and Soma (a muscle relaxer) and under the medical treatment of my chiropractor. No work for the rest of the week. No lifting for who knows how long.
But it could have been much worse. We are soooo blessed. And please, please, pray for the young man who hit us. If he was drunk (and underage), he's in a world of trouble.
Turns out the kid didn't have insurance either, which totally sucks, but we are thankful that we have awesome car insurance to help with all of this.