Scariest Moment

It has been 48 hours since I experienced the scariest moment of my life.

I was in Michaels getting a few last minute things for the birthday girl. Jacob wanted a snack, but it was close to lunch time so I said no. We left the store, put our bags in our car and made our way to the restaurant to the corner of the plaza. It was too busy so I opted to go across the street for some fast food instead. Jacob was getting whiny so I picked him up and waited for our turn to cross.

All four sections came to a stop. We started to walk on the crosswalk and then,

BOOM

I’ve been hit?

Now I don’t know what has hit me, but I felt it. I felt something. Something big. Something hard.

Then all of a sudden life froze. I felt g-d’s presence. Hold him. Squeeze him. Hold him tight. Don’t let go…

I opened my eyes and saw that I was laying on the pavement.

I let out a loud cry while I squeezed Jacob.

I looked up and saw faces.

So many faces, asking me questions. So so many faces. I can hear them, but I can’t speak. I’m in some kind of fog. “Are you ok? Is the baby ok? Can you move? Are you hurt? Oh no, he’s bleeding! Someone call 911 quick!!”

He’s bleeding?

I looked at him and saw the blood dripping down his mouth. I squeezed my baby and just started crying uncontrollably.

I can’t seem to catch my breath. My body aches in so many different places, my hands are numb, my head is swirling, my thoughts are all mixed up.

I looked down and saw that I was in the middle of the street. I was no longer on the crosswalk. My shoe is off, my leg won’t move, my arm is throbbing and my baby, my baby boy is bleeding. I wrap my hands around his little head and kiss him.

I can’t stop kissing him.

I started to look around. I tried to make sense of what just happened.

I looked over and saw her. I saw her sitting in her car. I started to scream, “YOU HIT ME! YOU JUST HIT US! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST HIT US!!!!”

I’m so mad.

My heart is beating faster. I’m crying. I can’t stop crying.

Someone is squeezing my hand. My blood starts to rush back to my fingers and I can focus on the people surrounding me.

All those faces are becoming clearer. I can hear their questions now, “Are you ok? The ambulance is on their way! Here’s some ice. Can you move your leg? I saw what happened. She hit you! She hit you and your precious baby.”

I can’t stop crying. I can’t make sense of my words. And then finally they ask me, “Is there someone we can call for you?”

I said, “yes my husband”. They reach for my phone and the rest of my belongings that fell out of my backpack pocket, “Is this your phone?”

I think quickly, find his number under favorites and call him, “I’ve been hit and I need you to come here!”

The people around me ask if I can walk. I say yes. I mean I think I can.

I give Jacob to a complete stranger and try to get up.

I let out a loud scream and fall back down. Two people help me back up as I limp to the sidewalk. They sit me down, bring Jacob over, give me ice and set my things next to me.

I’m sobbing uncontrollably, Jacob is still crying and then a boy approaches me out of nowhere and says, “I saw that. I saw you. The  Lord was with you. He was with you. I wanted to come here to let you know how blessed you are.” And then walks away. I look back down and a sweet lady is holding my hand. It’s going to be ok. You are ok. I’m a nurse. I’m here for you.

I look up and I a firefighter. He asks me questions, but I can’t understand him. He takes my blood pressure on the painful arm and I start to scream. They move the cuff to my other arm while asking me more questions.

Hubby arrives and I put Jacob down. He runs to his daddy and I let out a loud cry.
 

She hit me. She hit us!

The ambulance arrives and takes my blood pressure and oxygen. They tell me that I need to go to the hospital. They put me on a bed, hubby hands Jacob back to me and the ambulance drives us to the nearest hospital.

The first responder asks me a bunch of questions, but I can’t stop crying. I can’t believe I was hit. I was hit by a car. My baby and I were hit by a car and we didn’t die. Thank you g-d. Thank you!!!

Hubby meets us there. They check Jacob. He’s ok. He has two cuts on his tongue from the impact. He probably hit my shoulder,  he never hit the floor. The cuts will heal on their own. He’s ok.

They check me, my blood pressure is high, my temperature is high and I am asked to take deep breaths.

I get rolled into the scan room were they take what felt like 50 scans of my body.

I’m rolled back into my room. The ER doctor says the best news he could possibly tell me, “you don’t have any broken bones. You have several abrasions and scratches, but you are going to be fine.”

Thank you g-d. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

I’m ok. I’m going to be ok.

They check my vitals once more and then release me.

I’m ok. I’m going to be ok.

It has been 48 hours since the scariest moment of my life.

I’m sore and bruised. I’m achy. My back hurts and my neck hurts. I’m very lethargic. But I’m going to be ok.

Thank you g-d!!!

Thank you for watching me and giving me the strength to hold my baby and to not let go. Thank you for taking care of my body. But most of all thank you for giving me more time with my baby.

The doctors and medical team on the scene said if I wasn’t cradling him like I did, he wouldn’t have had the same outcome.

Thank you. Thank you for giving me more time with my baby.