Real life from the crack of dawn....
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
100 New Gray Hairs
Today I sprouted about 100 new gray hairs.
I wanted to make it to age 40 without dyeing my hair but today may have done that plan in.
What happened, you ask?
My three dear, sweet, lovely reason-I-get-up-in-the-morning children were involved in a bus crash this morning on the way to camp.
If that doesn't scare the living daylights out of you, nothing ever will.
I was hanging out at home this morning when I heard the doorbell ring.
When I went to the door, I find Kate's friend Clarissa's mom at the door.
When I opened it she says "Why haven't you been answering your phone?"
Perplexed, I said "Because the phone hasn't rung!"
I don't know about you, but if the phone doesn't ring, I don't answer it. LOL
Anyway, God bless her little heart, she had driven over to tell me that my three kids were fine but they were at the hospital.
Are you kidding me?
I very quietly nearly had a heart attack.
I am so thankful she had the wherewithal to preface that with "Your kids are all right."
She gives me the phone number of the paramedic that had been trying to call.
I (hopefully politely) slam the door in her face and run for the phone.
(and get this- there are 12 phone messages on my machine from people trying to call me. What the hell was wrong with the phone??)
So as I am calling the paramedic, Rob beeps in, "Where have you been? I've been trying to call you!!!"
No time for this right now, I have to get to the kids.
So I find out where they are and run out to the van. I drive quickly, if I get pulled over then fine, I'll just a freaking escort.
I get to the hospital run into the ER find my babies and hug them and hug them and hug them.
They are tired of this hugging pretty quickly but not me.
I hug them some more.
They were happy as little clams.
They had been given stuffed animals (How great is that? Isn't that sweet?) and crackers and stickers. They had stories to share about riding in an ambulance and stretchers and adventures.
All I could think about was: 1) they were safe and sound and 2) all my children were in danger, at the same time.
I have been forcing myself to not imagine the what-ifs, the alternate endings.
Thank you, God, for keeping my children safe from harm, for my older daughter, who comforted my sons and kept them all together until I got there, for the bus driver, whose quick reflexes helped to prevent a minor accident from being a major one, for the paramedic, who stayed with my children until I arrived at the hospital room.
Each day is a blessing and I know I am really good at forgetting that.