Sara Plays House

**Update: Yes, we WILL be replacing the Marathon. With another Marathon. And I DO have happier Christmas pictures I’ll be uploading tonight–so be on the look-out!**
I’m going to keep this brief, because honestly–if I rehash it much more I’m going to lose my mind thinking about all the “What-Ifs”. Basically–we were driving north on 247. An SUV came way too fast around the curve at Houston Rd., went through the grass median, and all we could do was hit the damn thing. So we hit it, spun a bit, and then hit a wall. It was the scariest night of my entire life. I’m told that we made the late news in Middle Georgia. Sorry for the traffic jam, folks.
We knew that Avery was OK almost immediately because Mike pulled her out of the car seat and she started telling us that the van was all wet. Oh, and the sky was black. Since she didn’t want us to kiss anything, we pretty much knew she was fine. My overly active Baby 2 decided to be very quiet for a good half hour after the impact and Mike and I were both going out of our minds.
I took a ride in the ambulance. On a backboard. Avery rode too, and promptly fell fast asleep. I didn’t feel Baby 2 until we were almost to the hospital. My first words to Mike upon the ambulance doors opening were “Super Kicks!”. I have honestly never seen my husband more ecstatic in my life. Truly.
We were all checked out–Avery was fine, other than a little scrape on her shoulder and chin. I had a chest and neck x-ray, as well as monitoring for the baby. I have a very deep chest wall contusion that makes just about every movement painful, as well as miscellaneous bruises all over. Mike is sore, and his legs are nice and scraped.
All in all, we were EXTREMELY lucky. I still can’t believe it happened at all. thinking about it too hard still makes me cry. There are some things I know to be true though.
I know that my daughter’s Britax Marathon saved her life last night. None of my children will ever ride in anything else.
I know that our seatbelts and airbags saved my husband and I.
I know that my uterus is capable of doing exactly what it’s meant to do–protect one of the things I hold most dear.
I know that I will never ever again complain about this baby keeping me up at night kicking. Ever.
I know what it is to be scared. I thought I knew fear before but I was wrong.
I know that I love my family more than anything else in this world. And that goes for my extended family and my wonderful friends as well. We would not have gotten through last night so nicely were it not for my brother-in-law, my mother-in-law, my aunt, my best friend, and my Granny and her husband. And my sister and my parents supporting us and loving us long-distance. We are blessed to have so many people who love us.