The Next Day

Ow. The doctor was right on the money when he told me I’d be more sore the day after my accident. Even with good pain meds, I’m feeling stiff and sore. I can’t imagine what I’d be feeling like without medication. Dave kept reminding me all day to relax. It’s really hard when the boys are struggling, they don’t completely understand why I’m stiff and sore. They act out more, whine more, fight more. Thankfully we live close to my parents, so relied on their help today since we had a lot to take care of.

We hadn’t heard back from our insurance, and need a rental until we know what is happening with my car, so Dave made a call to the 24/7 phone number today. They hadn’t started processing yet, which was frustrating, but this helped get the ball rolling. They took my statement and told me they’d contact the other driver. If our stories matched up, they’d be able to quickly determine who was liable for the accident. Within an hour I had a call back from them, and they determined the other driver was 100% at fault and all of my costs would be covered by her policy. I said a prayer of thanks for that.

We then had to line up a rental car, and head down to pick it up from a larger town about 20 minutes away from us. On the way there, we were pulled over because the van we had borrowed had expired tabs. *sigh* We made it to the rental center 5 minutes before they closed, and they got us into a car, and explained everything to us. We picked up a quick lunch, and then drove around a few car lots just in case they determine that our car is totaled. When that was done, Dave drove me back to my parents’ house, then all the way up to the tow lot where our car is parked to clear everything out, as requested by our insurance company.

It’s so hard not knowing what the outcome is going to be, and to know what exactly we should buy for our next car. A commuter car that gets good gas mileage? Or a family car that will fit all of us, including Gus the Dog? We keep going back and forth on it. I’m trying not to think too hard about it until we know more. For tonight, I’m hoping I can sleep better and quit dreaming about the accident. And wake up tomorrow feeling a little more normal.

Ouchie Car

This morning, I headed out super early to get to work. It had snowed last night, and I needed to be to work early for a training I was helping conduct. I took it slow and careful, and let Dave know when I’d made it halfway (I have about a 45 minute commute). About ten minutes away from work, I was driving along one of the county roads out in the country, through a tiny town with 4 houses. I saw a car that seemed to be turning around on a crossroad, when suddenly I saw it start to pull out to cross back over the county road on which I was driving. I was close enough that I knew if she didn’t stop quickly, I’d hit her, so I laid on my horn. I saw her look my way in astonishment a second before I hit her car on the driver’s side. She hadn’t even looked before she pulled out. Even if the roads had been clear and dry, there was no way I could have avoided hitting her. Thankfully, with my Subaru I didn’t slide around at all, and was able to avoid hitting her directly where she was sitting, and instead hit more toward the front of her car. I was surprised at just how loud it was when our cars collided.

Neither of us was hurt seriously, just very shook up and sore from being bumped around. She felt so awful and embarrassed that the accident had happened because she hadn’t looked both ways before driving across the road. I called 911 and a very kind sheriff came to take our reports and call tow trucks in for us. Neither of us had been in an accident before, so he thoroughly explained the process to us. I was nervous, and he had a very calming effect on me. Also, it turned out he used to lived just half a block away from the house my family lived in when I was in first grade.

I called Dave while I was waiting for the sheriff to arrive, and felt so bad to tell him I’d been in an accident. I had never been in a car accident where I’d been driving. I made it 16 years! He always worries about me with my commute. He told me he’d arrange for my mom or sister to watch the boys and come get me right away. I was so glad that our school had a two-hour late start due to the weather. Dave got to the tow lot, and checked out the car before we headed out. While he was there, an insurance guy for a different agency came over to chat with him. He asked him a couple of questions about the car and told him his opinion was that our agency would declare the car “totaled”. We haven’t heard back from our agency yet, but I’ll be so sad if it is totaled. I absolutely love my Subaru.

I held it together until I got in the van with Dave. Then I lost it a little bit, and cried into his shoulder for a while, letting out all that fear. As we drove home, I called my parents, as well as our insurance agent. Being in an accident is exhausting work – so many things you need to do! Adrenaline is kind of a funny thing – right after the accident, I thought to myself “I could totally still go to work today. I’m fine. I just need a ride”. And then as it started to wear off, my mouth got super dry, I felt completely exhausted, and then I started noticing that my hand got burned and bruised from the airbag (along with my coat and glove), and my neck hurt like the dickens. I am thankful that Dave insisted I not work today, because by the time we got home I was one hurtin’ unit. I cried again when I saw my mom. I don’t know what it is about seeing my mom after something traumatic happens, but I fall apart a little, and just need a good long hug from her.

I went to the doctor after I got home, and he prescribed some pain meds and rest for me. He told me I’ll be hurting even worse tomorrow and Sunday. Yikes. I can’t even imagine, I can barely move my head tonight without shooting pain running down my neck. Even after taking pain meds.

Poor Simon was really thrown for a loop today, and we could tell he was struggling to maintain some control over his little world. My mom said the boys were being pretty crazy while Dave was heading up to get me (she stayed at our house with them), I think they both knew something was going on because they never get to see Nana first thing in the morning without us talking about it the night before. Simon was very concerned about my “ouchie car”. And wondering where Mommy’s car went. We did our best to reassure him everything was okay. I’m SO glad the boys weren’t in the car with me. And I’m beyond grateful that I get to still be here to hug my kids and kiss my husband; there are no words to describe it. Maybe it sounds melodramatic, but moments like this make me feel incredibly grateful for all that I have in my life.

Sad Subaru

Sad Subaru

Happy Lunar New Year!

This will be a short post. Now I’VE become the sicky in the house. Norovirus = all kinds of gross. Dave = all kinds of rock star.

Today is/was the Lunar New Year, which is celebrated in Korea. We put Simon in his hanbok to celebrate. I knew Ha-Mae would love to see this picture, so I just had to post it. Ha-Mae, Simon still talks about you often. And he loves you very much.

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Funnies

I had a cruddy day today. Poor Eze had an even cruddier day – the doctor diagnosed him with pneumonia. I wrote, and then discarded a “woe is me” post, and decided to blog about the boys. Because who really wants to read about misery? Funny kid quotes are way better.

Tonight, we pulled the pillow out that had been propping Simon’s head higher in his crib while he was sick. He’s finally feeling 100% better! He loves to play with his pillows instead of sleeping on them, so we had put one under his mattress to prop it up, and he just used a little pillow to sleep on. When I went to go lay him down, I said, “See Simon? You have two pillows. One pillow, two pillow”. Dave told me that when he went over to kiss Simon good night, Simon whispered, “Daddy, pee-oh! Two pee-oh!!” with a huge grin on his face.

Last weekend, my parents were in Arizona celebrating my grandpa’s 90th birthday. I was about to call my mom so that we could Face.Time with them, and Ezekiel suddenly asked, “Which mom are you calling?” I answered, “Um, my mom. My birth mom :)”. He answered, “Oh, your trophy mom?” My mom got a good laugh out of being a ‘trophy mom’.

Later that same evening, we were talking about our cousin Kel, and that there’d been a break-in at her apartment and some things had been taken. Niece G kept asking, “What did they take? Mom? Mom, what did they take?” Suddenly I heard Ezekiel answer, “A long time”.

The boys have gotten to the point in their lives together where things have to be “fair”, and they are constantly asking for what the other person has. Ezekiel uses his words to ask for what Simon has. Simon says, “Copy? Baby copy?” I love that he already gets that younger siblings’ jobs are to copy their older siblings. And that he calls himself “Baby”.

Simon is a serious creature of habit. He LOVES when we do things the same way each time. At meal times, we usually say a prayer of thanks before we eat our food. Simon NEVER lets us forget it. As soon as he sits down at the table (even if no one else is at the table), he’ll hold his hands up to his forehead, palms out and ask, “Pay? Pay? Pay? Pay? Pay?” Until someone says, “Okay, let’s pray!” And lately he’s wanted to pray, so he repeats after us, “Dee Joosus. Ankoo food. Famee. Amett”. (Dear Jesus, thank you for the food. And for our family. Amen).

Tonight, I bumped a picture frame off the wall on accident. Ezekiel ran as fast as he could over to Dave exclaiming, “Dad!!!! Mom broke something! She did! She broke it!!!” And Simon followed close behind him yelling, “Mommy uh oh! Mommy uh oh!!!!!”

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