We were out and about as a family the other day running a few errands. Our day was going well, until we stopped at a red light at an intersection we both hate because it is so poorly designed.
Needless to say, the guy behind us chose not to stop at the same red light. And so we were rear ended.
I freaked out. Not at the other driver. Not about my car. I could have cared less about my car. The guy who hit us was nice enough as there wete no issues with him taking responsibility or anything like that.
I freaked out because Baby MPB was in the car. My gosh, Baby MPB!! I went straight into crazy mamma bear mode.
Needless to say, I was on the phone to 911. An ambulance was at the scene within moments. In fact, so were fire and police.
One of the paramedics went straight over to Baby MPB, still strapped into his car seat with Mr. MPB sitting with him. I was too afraid to take him out incase somehow that could cause further injury. They inquired into whether or not he’s always this quiet – why yes, he his – he’s shy when we are out an about, and usually doesn’t say a peep.
The other paramedic was with me as I was standing on the road with tears rolling down my cheeks,
I know I’m probably over reacting and wasting your time, I’m pretty sure he’s fine, but I just need to KNOW he’s fine. He just cannot be hurt, he’s too young and still so little.
The paramedics said Baby MPB was just fine, but if anything was concerning to take him straight to the hospital or our family doctor. They also commented at how well secured he was in the car seat – thank god Mr. MPB put him in that seat so snug and safely!
In the end, I think they spent more time trying to calm me down then anything else. Honestly, I’m still worked up over this. I can still feel the heightened tension in my neck and shoulders. I know Baby MPB is fine, but it was a real near miss/what if moment that has rocked me to my core. I have tears in my eyes just writing this and thinking about it again. I am still feeling deeply unsettled.
As for damage to the car, there is none. Seriously, NONE. I ended up calling an ambulance, fire and police to an intersection for a teeny tiny bump. And, you know what, I’m completely okay with that.
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