Bon Jovi Really Got it Right

After you see these photos, you'll understand how my family and I are really "Livin' on a Prayer."

Monday night Kraig, the kids, and I were coming home from dinner with my parents and brother when we were in an accident. It was caused by a 16 year old girl driving a sooped-up Jeep who was "checking the clock" (translation: texting). We were stopped at a stop light in a long line of cars, the car behind us (a Honda Prelude) was stopped also when the Texter rammed into the Prelude. There were no skid marks on the road, so my assumption is that Texter didn't slow down at all. Here are some photos of that poor car. The young man driving it was ok, thankfully.




That wasn't our car. We were driving my parents Acura. It fared a little better when the Prelude rammed into us. We, in turn, hit the Accord in front of us, who hit the car in front of her, who hit the Nissan in front of them. Total was 6 cars, plus the motorcyclist who was behind the Texter in her Jeep and was probably following a little too close, but had to brake hard and ended up laying his bike down.

When the Texter hit the Prelude the Jeep flipped and she ended up inches from Joshua on the driver's side of our car. Some how she flipped the car so it landed on the her driver's side, facing the wrong way in traffic. Pretty scary. She crawled out of the car through the passenger door. Her car hardly looks scratched:
After Kraig checked the boys and me to make sure we were ok, he got out to help the others. I called 911 and by the time the call ended I was getting hysterical, but the boys had calmed down thankfully. I called my parents who were just a few miles in the opposite direction heading home after dinner. They came back to where we were in time to see the firemen and paramedics put a neck brace on me and lift me from the car on a back board. The kids and I hadn't gotten out of the car, but when they found out I was 21 weeks pregnant they decided to not take any chances. They loaded me in the ambulance and took me to the ER. Kraig rode along with me, so it was so wonderful that my parents had come to gather the kids and get them home.

Andy and Joshy thought the flashing lights and all the firemen and police officers were pretty cool. They were even evaluated by a firewoman, each giving his own account of if they were hurt or not. Joshua told her he'd hit his head on the ceiling :)


I spent 4 hours at the ER (mostly just laying down letting my BP return to normal). They did an ultrasound on the baby, listened to his heartbeat, and pronounced me fit to return home. I have a follow-up with my OB later this week.

Besides being sore, I've got an ugly scab forming on my forehead from where I hit my head on the ceiling. Kraig's pretty sore too, but I think we're both on the mend.

One of the hardest parts of this whole accident is thinking about the "what ifs" and the "It almost happened this way." This is definitely one of those instances where I am so grateful the prayers were answered that we didn't even know we needed to offer. My family and my baby are all ok and I have the Lord and his angels to thank for it.