Wow. What a day!
The usual morning craziness
(that starts at 6am sharp)!
I get the boys out the door at 8:15
and hurry to get ready for my run with Karen.
Karl texts me and reminds me to sign our lease.
I get dressed.
The phone rings. It's Karl. Again. I pick up.
What!? I am in a hurry. Remember?
Sarah. Listen.
Noah got hit by a car.
You need to come.
Ohmygosh!Ohmygosh!Ohmygosh!
Ok. Breathe. He's probably fine.
But Karl wouldn't ask me to come
if he was fine!!!
WhatdoIdo?WhatdoIdo?WhatdoIdo?
Ok. Calm down.
Grab his blanket, some water, his favorite stuffed animal.
And put on a shirt.
As I back out of the parking lot, I hear sirens.
More than one.
I start to lose it but then I pull myself together.
Because this is not the time to be losing it!
The accident is only half a mile from the house.
The first of several big intersections we have to navigate
on our way to school each day.
He is sitting on the sidewalk with Karl
and there is no bloody mess and no bones sticking out!
Just 2 police cars, 1 ambulance, and 1 fire truck.
What happened?
Max (4) insisted on riding his own bike to school
(rather than the trail-a-bike)
so he and Karl were a bit slower going up the big hill.
Noah had started to go down the hill on the other side.
He got to the red light. Waited. Light turned green. Noah went.
By himself. He didn't wait for Karl.
A city pick-up truck on the other side of the intersection
was turning left, didn't see Noah, and ran into his left side.
Noah says he saw the truck coming closer and closer,
he tried to steer away from it but it was too late.
Our friend, Chris,
who happened to be walking by at that very moment,
witnessed the accident and rushed over to help.
Karl and Max arrived.
Somebody called 911.
Noah was a trooper.
Chris, a biker, says he landed really well.
He got out of the street and sat down on the curb.
He didn't cry and answered questions well.
He was certainly in shock though.
Everybody was super helpful.
Noah's left arm hurts where the truck it.
He is bruised and has small wounds
on his right elbow, hip, and knee.
His gloves, jacket, and helmet protected him really well!
He has very minor neck pain.
That's it!
Other than that he is fine!
What a miracle!
I still can't believe it's not worse.
I know Heavenly Father was watching over him!
The paramedics wanted to take him to the hospital
(which is literally a few yards away)
in the ambulance but we decided to take him ourselves.
After a few more check-ups, it seemed like they didn't think
it was absolutely necessary to take him to the hospital.
So we told them we would just take him home
and go to the hospital if things got worse.
I sent Karl and Max off to school,
Karen came by to check on us,
we did what girls do: cry,
then Noah and I went home.
I took care of his wounds
and made him a nice little bed in the living room.
He stayed put for about 40 seconds.
So I turned on his favorite soccer documentary.
That lasted about 20 minutes.
So we made some yummy cookies and ate them.
By now it was about 10:30
and Noah was acting like nothing ever happened.
Then Noah remembered his soccer game this afternoon
and started crying when I told him he wasn't going to play in it
but we could go watch his team.
He was so sad.
So I made a deal with him.
He needed to go to school for a few hours
if he wanted to even think of playing soccer today.
And he had to tell us immediately if he was starting to feel worse.
Deal!
I took him to school just in time for lunch and recess
and to pick up Max from preschool.
The whole class was so happy to see him.
They had already been making a big poster for him
and talked with him about what happened in circle time.
Noah doesn't usually like a lot of attention
but I think he didn't mind today.
We picked him up from school,
went to the nearby park,
hung out, ate snacks, read books.
The usual.
Then we headed over to the soccer field
and Noah's team won for the very first time!
Noah is happy!
So are we!
We realize that we are incredibly blessed.
It could've been so much worse.
It truly is a miracle!
