Today I turned 31 weeks. I was nervous about it for some time because the boys were born at exactly 31 weeks. I know that their situation was unique, and I have no reason to believe Shiloh would come so soon, but it’s just one of those things that weighs on your mind. I woke up hoping the day would go quickly so I would soon be 31w1d.
At about 8:45 AM, after dropping of CJ at school and the boys at daycare, I was stopped at a red light – a new red light that was just installed in the past couple of months. I was not the first one in line and I didn’t just stop recently. I’d just been sitting there when WHAM! I got rear-ended, and I believe that the girl who hit me was going the speed limit (25 or 35) as it was quite a hit.
I was in shock. I didn’t know if I had hit the steering wheel or anything, but I was immediately scared for Shiloh. I tried to call Skip at work but got his voice mail. I got out and got the name of a witness who had stopped and then we pulled off to exchange insurance info.
The girl who hit m was younger. Maybe later high school or early college. She was really freaked out and didn’t know what to do. I gave her my insurance info and wrote my phone number down and she gave me a copy of her insurance card and wrote a phone number down. We went our separate ways about 9 AM.
I immediately called my doctor as I was worried about my pregnancy, and they scheduled me to come in at 1 PM. Meanwhile, I see flashing lights in my rear-view mirror… yes, I got pulled over for using my cell phone while driving. Normally, I am exempt from the hands-free law as I wear hearing aids, but of course I didn’t have them in at the moment. I pulled over and began sobbing hysterically.
The officer came to my window and I was gathering my things for him while sobbing, telling him I had just been hit, I was worried about my baby, I was talking to my doctor and trying to get to my husband’s work. I told him I normally wear hearing aids but didn’t have them in and on and on.
He was very kind. He looked at my van, talked to me about the accident, confirmed that I got the info I needed from the other driver, etc. and then let me go.
I got to Skip’s work shortly after and called him again and just started crying. I was lightheaded and seeing stars at that point. My upper back and head were hurting. I just wanted to go home, so he followed me home where I laid down until it was time for my appointment, which he came back to pick me up for.
I got to Dr. A’s and he checked me out. Of course they won’t do x-rays or MRIs or anything, so it was a very general once-over. Shiloh was active and her heart rate sounded good, but Dr. A said that the standard is a minimum of four hours of fetal monitoring to ensure nothing else is happening.
Skip got me and took me to the hospital where I was hooked up for four hours and turns out I was contracting every 15 minutes. They suggested keeping me overnight, but I wanted to leave so they said it wasn’t THAT bad that I had to stay, but to be cautious and aware of any changes.
Oh, and about 20 minutes after the girl who hit me and I parted ways, she left a voice mail at our home asking that I get an estimate of damages and let her know, and she will just pay cash. Nice. I also noticed the name she left on my voice mail was not either of the names on the insurance card, so I am not looking forward to how this is all going to play out…