MIkey's very bad, not so good, terrible day( no more arguments please...)

[lamamadlucas]

We had an argument.

 The same one as always.

 The same argument every couple has two or three times a month argument.

 The one where one person (me) is right and the other (him) is wrong and being too stubborn to realize it.

 

 I raised my voice, and he raised his.  Just get here already I shouted as I struggled with the stroller and the crowded streets.  He promised he’d be right there and hung up.

 

Ten minutes later I saw him in the car and I smiled the way one does when they see the person they fell in love with and remember exactly why… I smiled at the baby and tickled his toes “Daddy’s here! 

 

 Argument forgotten we’d be on our way home now, and enjoy our Fourth of July weekend together as a family.

 

Lucas made pone of those baby noises that make me laugh as I smiled down at him I heard the impact.

 

My first thought was oh my God that sounds bad; my second was thank god Mike is ok.  I couldn’t have been him…

 I just saw him smiling,

 Driving towards us.  I needed it to not be him. 

 

I looked up and onto the street and our car was in the middle of Broadway, The passenger side dented a foot in right pinning mikey to his seat.

 

His head was pushed back against the headrest in am awkward angle.  He wasn’t ok. 

 

The only word I could find was no!

People crowded the car. 

Out of no where hundreds of people appeared

Each blaming someone some mikey some the other guy.  People crowded the car and no one did anything.

 

I started screaming and pushed the stroller to what was left of the car while calling 911 and telling people to back up.

 

The 911 operator told me that I needed to calm down as if seeing the father of my child semi conscious was just thing you dealt with by taking a few breaths and listening to instructions.  I know it was wrong but I yelled the address and hung up.

 

The firemen EMTS and police showed up.  Mikey was coming around and Lucas was happily gurgling in his snap and go (Luckily we used to live by a police station where sirens were what lulled Lucas to sleep) in the midst of the commotion he was singing his happy baby tune oblivious to the world. 

 

 They put mikey on a back board and neck brace, and got hi to St lukes.  We were able to get to the hospital with him.  My family came right away; our sons God father the only one of them to actually see the scene walked in with tears in his eyes.  Asking if Mikey was gonna make it, it wasn’t in my head the accident was that bad.

 

He lay on that stretcher for what seemed like hours until a doctor cam by.  She was a young trauma specialist something like Yang on Grey’s Anatomy.  She asked him to wiggle his toes his feet didn’t.  Tears were streaming down his face but his toes stayed put.  Good job she said and gave me a solemn head nod.  I told him firmly in his ear just move your feet mikey please just your feet.   I saw his knees rise and I knew he was ok.

 

Our car is totaled and mikey has sever whiplash in his neck back and waist but no blood loss and he has his mobility limited as it may be. 

 

I’m not sure how we are going to make it without the car living so far away from everyone and work but now that I know what it feels like to almost lose Micheal I know we will find a way. 

 

I pray and thank god that things played out he way they did.  That mikey is ok and although he is severely depressed will with time and gods good graces heal.

 

I’m glad that for whatever reason my son and I were spared the trauma of being in the car, but given the chance to be there for mikey when he needed us the most.

 

 The other driver never got out of his car.  Never asked if he was ok, never even made an effort to give me his information but I know that things happen for a reason.  Maybe he too was going through a situation that seemed too big, to much and that is why he ran the light and almost ended our happily ever after.  I pray for him as I hope that those who read this will pray for us; in the hopes that we will continue to be blessed with life and the company of one another.

 

I’m not saying that I will never argue with him again, were human, and parents.  But I will be more mindful and aware of my words you never know what the last conversation will be; make it a good one.

  

 

[gabrielle888]

Jul. 5, 2008 at 8:45 PM

What a terrible way to celebrate. Glad he's okay- take care of him... (my son is a Lukas)...