I haven’t been able to blog or tweet too much the past 2 days. Yesterday afternoon, I got a horrible phone call. It was a paramedic but he was on a cell phone and the phone was breaking up. All I could hear was “This is Bob from the *static* Fire Department. We have *static* and *static*. They were involved in a motor vehicle accident.” Now, this phone call is horrible as it is, but to not know who was in the accident was even worse. I asked him to repeat the names 3 times and still could not hear him. He said he would call me back on a landline. I immediately called my parents to make sure they were OK. They were home and accounted for. The phone rang again and I could actually hear him now. ”We have Emily and Hallie at the hospital. They were involved in an MVA. The babysitter was driving.” Hallie is Emily’s half-sister who is 5. He had called me because Emily knew my phone number by heart (she had made a song to remember it). He asked for their Mom’s phone numbers and told me what hospital they were at. I grabbed my keys and got there as fast as I could. Emily’s Mom had beat me there (she works close) and they were stitching Emily’s leg.
Emily had gotten the brunt of the injuries. The babysitter’s Mercury Mountaineer had been T-boned at a light when she was making a left hand turn. Emily was on the passenger side in the back where the impact was. The guy had been going so fast that he spun the babysitter’s truck three times and Emily’s door ripped off the truck. She said the only thing she remembered was closing her eyes and when she opened them, the door was gone. I thank God that she had been wearing her seatbelt or she would have been thrown out of the truck. The guy who hit them actually got out of his car unharmed and started yelling at the babysitter, when there were kids bleeding in the backseat. Apparently, he was upset that he had wrecked his brand new 2009 Jeep Cherokee. The babysitter’s car was totalled. She had ended up with a bruised thumb, Hallie had bitten her tongue and her mouth was bleeding and a piece of metal from the door tore Emily’s calf open. She ended up with 6 stitches. They are also concerned that it was so deep that it cut the tendon, so she has to go for more tests.
Emily wanted to come home with me, so I took her back to my house and tried my best to be a nurse. Thank goodness Harry’s Mom is a nurse and came by this morning to help me change the bandage. I’m horrible with blood. Emily left this afternoon, sore and bruised from the seatbelt, but I told her that saved her life. I also told her that Harry must have been watching over her, that accident could have been so much worse. Hopefully I don’t have to get another call like that anytime soon. I’ve had too many of them lately.
