I was laughing last week because when I had Ella, Murphy's law was a must. I got kidney stones 3 weeks before I had her, then when they sent me home, I fell down the stairs. I got all the little sicknesses I had never had before and more.
So I was talking with my mom and pointed out that after 2 false alarms with Nyla (1. she stopped moving and 2. 6 hrs of contractions every 5 minutes that went NOwhere) that I'll just wait to get hit by a car...
See when I got pregnant with Ella, I was concerned about everything (of course, I was a first time mom)... I wasn't overly emotional with her, but there was this one time... see, I was probably almost 3 months along and just had a bad feeling that something was going to go wrong (always does) when I was driving on the highway. All of the sudden, I was boxed in by two 18 wheelers and eventually, I was forced off the road by one. I went crazy. I called my mom in hysterics and couldn't drive home for about an hour of crazy crying.
This time around I expected something like that happening again because this is another one of those pregnancies. I saw some great friends and headed off for ballet. On the way, ella asked if she could take off her seatbelt so she could put on her leotard. I told her no because it had rained earlier, and there is a lot of traffic on 17S near park west. well about 2 minutes later it happened.
My brakes locked up stopping at a light... I literally looked at the car in front of me cringing and stopped about 6 inches short. I sighed and he moved forward just a little to widen the gap and I sat sighing, not paying attention to my backside. All of the sudden, we're bumped. Not hard, but harder than a tap. As my kids panic, I just sat there in shock kinda in disbelief to the fact this was my worst fear. But I found it wasn't MY worst fear.
I stepped out of the car and the woman behind me who I think was confident that it wasn't bad, dropped to the ground. She was so afraid that I just went into labor, she was willing to do ANYTHING. I calmed her down and asked if her daughter was ok, as she then noticed I had 3 in my car and fell back into craziness. Then her friend pulled over.
I really thought I was going to be calming 2 down ... for about 3 seconds. He didn't give a rip if I was ok, he thought I was badgering his friend. He just kept asking her if she was ok. She tried to answer him, but was searching for insurance info, so finally I answered for her. He replied that he didn't care what I said, he had asked her. so my sarcasm came out.
"It's ok. she just hit ME. I'm gonna have a baby in a week, but no big deal right?"
"right"
ok. well, that didnt work. So, I left them to calm each other down while I wrote down my insurance info and checked on my girls hanging out in the trunk trying to see the damage.
then the po po pulled over. He was real calm til i turned around. "oh Lord, let me call the ambulance." After I reassured him that we were all ok and it was just a bump, we finally got on our way... leaving the man friend to pour over the poor lady who hit me.
Meanwhile, no it didn't put me into labor, no we weren't late for ballet, and yes, I'm tired.
But I conquered my fear :)
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