Leah
New member
Occurred on Thursday, October 1st.
I've been sleeping for 3 days straight now, because sleeping is better than thinking.
I need to spill it now because I am horrified and scared and I feel like my head and my eyeballs are going to explode.
On Thursday, at lunchtime, I was in an accident involving myself and 5 children. We were on our way home from picking DS and another little girl up from preschool. We live 15 minutes outside of the city and took the gravel road home. It was raining. The grater had been down the already shitty road and left a huge ridge of mud in the middle. I tried so hard to stay out of that ridge. I didn't want to get caught up in it. We drive a great big truck, with 4x4 and I wasn't driving fast because of the road conditions.
I hit the ridge of mud and the back end of my truck swung out beside me. I told the kids to hold on, we were going in the field. The one little girl asked me if we were going to have lunch there. I expected a bumpy ride through the field, as we've done before (on purpose) and that was it. I never expected my truck to roll over once and land on it's side.
I had to crawl through the drivers side window, laying flat so that I could fit between the window and the ground. I was able to get 3 kids out of the vehicle myself, but the youngest 2 had to wait for the ambulances because I couldn't get to them. I felt incredibly helpless - the worst feeling in the world.
By the love of God, everyone was alright. The kids, all 5 of them, had not one mark on them, no scratches, no bruises, nothing. I slashed my wrist somehow and needed 5 stitches.
I have always been so anal about car seats and how they're installed. Ours come in and out of our vehicles so often, daily, that I am always re-installing them and making sure that each one is in there tight and tethered. I guess I know why.
The families of each child seemed to be fine. They all understand that it was an accident and were told by the EMS that I did everything right. According to the three 3-year olds, this was all a big adventure.
But I feel sick. Numb. Disbelief. Reality.
4 of those children were not mine. This is not supposed to happen on my watch. Never.
I don't know what else to say. I feel empty.
I've been sleeping for 3 days straight now, because sleeping is better than thinking.
I need to spill it now because I am horrified and scared and I feel like my head and my eyeballs are going to explode.
On Thursday, at lunchtime, I was in an accident involving myself and 5 children. We were on our way home from picking DS and another little girl up from preschool. We live 15 minutes outside of the city and took the gravel road home. It was raining. The grater had been down the already shitty road and left a huge ridge of mud in the middle. I tried so hard to stay out of that ridge. I didn't want to get caught up in it. We drive a great big truck, with 4x4 and I wasn't driving fast because of the road conditions.
I hit the ridge of mud and the back end of my truck swung out beside me. I told the kids to hold on, we were going in the field. The one little girl asked me if we were going to have lunch there. I expected a bumpy ride through the field, as we've done before (on purpose) and that was it. I never expected my truck to roll over once and land on it's side.
I had to crawl through the drivers side window, laying flat so that I could fit between the window and the ground. I was able to get 3 kids out of the vehicle myself, but the youngest 2 had to wait for the ambulances because I couldn't get to them. I felt incredibly helpless - the worst feeling in the world.
By the love of God, everyone was alright. The kids, all 5 of them, had not one mark on them, no scratches, no bruises, nothing. I slashed my wrist somehow and needed 5 stitches.
I have always been so anal about car seats and how they're installed. Ours come in and out of our vehicles so often, daily, that I am always re-installing them and making sure that each one is in there tight and tethered. I guess I know why.
The families of each child seemed to be fine. They all understand that it was an accident and were told by the EMS that I did everything right. According to the three 3-year olds, this was all a big adventure.
But I feel sick. Numb. Disbelief. Reality.
4 of those children were not mine. This is not supposed to happen on my watch. Never.
I don't know what else to say. I feel empty.
Big hugs, I can't imagine how terrifying that all was. You did the best you could and you did a great job. HUGS!
Don't beat yourself up about it.
