Where to start.....
We have had a very busy, very crappy week. For being such a short week, you would think that the bad luck would run out faster, but this does not seem to be the case. We had a fantastic Memorial Day weekend, staying over in Albany with our dearest friends and attending a great bar-b-que with my work friends. The weather was nice, Margot was an angel all weekend and we just really enjoyed ourselves.
SO, Ben had a meeting all morning. I told him I was going to take Margot downtown to see Aunt Missy and maybe share a cinnamon crown at the bakery. My last words were "Do you have your cell phone, honey? I will only call if it is an emergency! Ha!"
9:24 am.... Lauren and Margot get T-boned by another driver who runs their stop sign, a mere block from the bakery. Camry car is now dead. Lauren is hysterical.
9:26 am.... Lauren calls the police. (Refer to title, line one)
9:27 am.... Lauren calls Aunt Missy and spits out something like "I need you, look out the window and GET HERE NOW!"
9:28am.... More hysteria from Lauren, who has now worked Margot into hysteria.
9:30am.... Oh SHIT... have to call husband and tell him I crashed car with our darling baby inside.
9:30am.... Call Ben and manage to squeak out that we are ok, but he needs to GET HERE NOW!
I can't describe the feeling when you think your child may be seriously injured. The fear is really palpable, and I could feel this tight squeeze in my chest that would not let go until I was able to free Margot from her seat. I was hurt, I knew. Even with all of the adrenaline, I could feel my neck and shoulder throbbing where they had been whipped into the door. Glass was everywhere. But was my baby hurt?? I didn't care about myself, only her. I held her so tight to my chest and felt her whole body. She looked intact and seemed fine, other than watching her mother act like a total lunatic. We are OK. The car can be replaced. The other driver is alive. The big things that really matter were settled, but I could not get myself together. I felt so bad for Ben, racing to somewhere not knowing what he would find, but knowing it was bad. When he arrived, we sobbed together and held our baby, who was now wondering why Mom and Dad were acting like total lunatics.
Just as things were starting to settle down, enter Friday.
11:30am.... Ben calls Lauren, semi hysterical. Stupid tank of a rental car locked the doors automatically and Margot is now locked in the car, strapped in her car seat.
11:32am.... Ben calls the police. (Refer to title, line one)
11:35am.... Ben calls Lauren, still semi hysterical. Margot is sitting quietly in the car, reading her book and waving at Dad periodically.
11:40am.... Fire department arrives, breaks Margot free. Who is still just kickin' it in her brand new Britax car seat.
Is this week over yet? We can't take much more!