
Tyler, Brady, and I had our guardian angels among us on Friday morning, January 22.
As we left the house that morning, there was a little drizzle coming down. That, with the cold temperatures created a thin sheet of ice. I knew this, and was driving slow and steady, until I came to a curve. Once I took that curve, I never regained control of the van and we went into a very deep ditch. Because this ditch was so deep, the van ended up on its side. The driver's side was down on the ground and the passenger side up toward the sky. This put Tyler and I closest to the ground and Brady up above. The first thing I did, was to look back at the boys. My first look at Tyler and all I saw was terrified little eyes. Once I asked if he was okay, he started to cry. I could see, though, that he
was okay. I looked over at Brady and he was crying and arms were flying around. He was not a happy camper, but he also, was okay. It took me a bit to get out of my seat. My right leg was stuck under the stearing wheel, but once I got it out, I was fine. I had no idea what to do first. Do I get out, knowing that I will not be able to get that passenger side door open by myself from the outside? Do I get the kids out of their car seats first and then get myself out of the van? If I get the kids out, they will just be sitting/laying on the cold windows that are in the snow. If I leave them in their carseats, I know that they are okay. Yes, they are hanging there in their seats, but I believe that they are okay. Standing on the passenger seat, I needed to open the door. It was so hard to open that door! Once I got it open and let the weight of that door rest against by body, I was hoping that a car would pass right then and see us. No cars came. I knew that there was no way that I would be able to keep that door open and get the kids out at the same time, so I got myself out to get help. It was so hard to leave the boys in the van and walk away to get help, but I knew that is what needed to be done. I needed help! Before I shut that door, I made sure all the doors were unlocked. I then looked for something that I could put in the door so that it wouldn't latch all the way down. I found nothing. Now that I look back at the situation, over and over again, I wish that I would have taken my boot off and used that. When I made it up to the street, there were still no cars coming. It was the worst seconds/minutes of my life. A car came. She couldn't stop right where I was at, because it was so icy, so she passed and then turned back around. I opened her door, told her to call 911 because I had two kids in the car. As she was doing that, a man in a truck pulled over. Yes! A man! I really needed him to re-open the door. He couldn't get the door open by himself, so I needed to help. I stood so that my belly was touching the top of the van and he stood with his touching the underneath side of the van. As we were trying to get the door open I noticed that only Tyler was still crying. Peering into the window to make sure that Brady was still moving was the scariest moment. Thankfully, I saw his little hands still waving in the air! We finally pulled the door open, and I crawled back in to get the boys out. I took Brady out of his seat and handed him off to the lady that had called 911. As I was getting Tyler out of his seat, he kept saying, "I'm okay, I'm okay!" This crushed my heart that I put them in this situation. When I handed him off to the guy, he said, "I fell down in Mommy's van." The man asked him if it was a fun ride and Tyler said, "No!" When we first went down, I could not find my cell phone. When I went back in to get the boys, I did find it. We sat in the ladies car, with both boys cuddled on my lap. I got a phone call out to my babysitter who came to where we were at to help. I also got a call out to another teacher who passed the word onto the principal. Then my phone went dead. I used the ladies phone to call my mom, who had just left Newton to go back to Iowa City. I told her what happened and she turned around to come back. I also used her phone to call Lee, who was still out of state, and left a message on his voice mail. Our babysitter came. Once she saw the van, she started crying, which made me lose it. She asked how we got out. At that moment, I wasn't so sure how it all happened. I just knew that we did get out and that we were safe. I gave the man and woman two great big hugs before I got into my babysitter's car. They saved us! We waited there until the sheriff came, at which we had to open that door again so that I could crawl back into the van to get the insurance, registration, and my purse. My babysitter drove us to our house, where my mom was waiting. I stayed home and the babysitter took the boys out to her house. My mom and I got things done that needed to be done. Insurance called, clean out the van once it got towed, and got a new cell phone. My coffee was obviously thrown in the van and gave my cell phone "water" damage. I am so thankful that my mom was there to help me get through this. I was in shock the entire day on Friday. It wasn't until Friday evening that everything hit me and crying was the best thing to do at that point.
The Aftermath:
Mental damage. It is killing me to think that I put my boys in that situation. I know that they do not remember what happened or think about it at all, but I am their mom and I'm supposed to make sure that they are okay at all times. To have to walk away from them while they were in that van crying, was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. All I wanted to do was to make them better--not leave them hanging in their carseats! This accident is all I've been thinking about since it happened. It is not healthy for me, I know, but it is so hard to not think about it. Each day has gotten a little better. I have started to sleep a little better. However, whenever Brady wakes up to eat or he's crying because of the pain his incoming teeth are bringing him, I lay awake for a good hour thinking about that accident. It puts a hole in my stomach. It stresses me out completely. It hasn't helped that the weather still is not good. Yesterday, (Monday) we had a 2 hr. delay and we do again today. I pray for the day that the roads are clear of snow and ice so that I can comfortably take them out to daycare again. Until then, my tears are getting the best of me.
Physical damage. The drivers side of the van doesn't look that great. There are thousands of dollars worth of repair. We will find out today, hopefully, if they are going to total it out or if they are going to repair it. We pray for the repair, so that we don't have to go van shopping again. Physical damage on the boys=none! Thankfully they are all okay!
Physical damage on myself=very little. I've got a bump and bruise on my head. Something, probably my jug of ice water, was on the passenger seat and probably flew down and hit my head. I've got a couple bruises and bumps on my right shin from when I was trying to get my leg out from under the stearing wheel. I was extremely sore on Saturday and Sunday. My entire upper body was so sore from pushing that van door open and from crawling in and out of that van numerous times.
I have been talking to God alot lately. I am so thankful that we are all okay and we got out of that ditch. THANK YOU FOR OUR LIVES!
I was thinking of going to take a picture of "the ditch" and of our van. However, I decided against it. If this memory EVER leaves my mind, the last thing I want is a picture to remind me of it!