I received an email message this morning from my friend Stephanie in NC that still has me shaking. Stephanie gave birth to new baby boy Will on 7 March and is out on maternity leave. She and husband Brian are also the parents of Turner, age 5.
Last Thursday, Steph was driving with the boys and their two dogs. They were on their way home from picking Turner up from school when they were hit head-on by a drunk driver. The baby, who was in his car seat behind Stephanie, was not injured and Turner, who was in his car seat behind the front passenger seat, suffered a broken collarbone and cuts on his forehead. Steph has a broken leg that will be surgically pinned later today; she will not be able to put any weight on the leg for 10-12 weeks and faces considerable physical therapy.
Sadly, one of the dogs suffered a broken back and had to be euthanized. As Steph said, there were some very kind good Samaritans with the dog and while it doesn't take away all their pain, she was glad that he was not alone.
The Subaru she was driving was destroyed, but it certainly protected them from suffering additional injuries.
The state trooper who responded to the accident spoke to Steph later and she said that he was very angry and shook up because of Will and Turner being involved. The woman was arrested for driving while impaired - she blew a .14 in the breathalyzer.
Stephanie's words: "Everyone, please take care of yourselves and give your loved ones and pets big hugs."
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Oops
Yesterday after tutoring, I went to A's school for their Easter egg hunt and party. The other moms and I "hid" the eggs in the courtyard of the school, then we turned the children loose. There have been prison riots that were probably more orderly than 18 kindergarten students hunting for Easter eggs.
Later as they ate their lunches in the classroom, I was sitting at A's table to keep him in his seat and prevent him from visiting every other table. The mother of another classmate was also at the table and we were having a group discussion about how annoying big brothers are. Evan told me that her brother was 15 and when I remarked about the big age gap, her mother said "Evan was our oops."
At dinner, I told J about the comment and how I really didn't like how her mother said it in front of Evan. Silly me, I should not have said it in front of A; then again, he didn't pick up on it when it was first said at lunch!
A: What do you mean that Evan was an oops?
Me (trying to think fast): Her mommy and daddy were surprised when Evan turned out to be such a lovely daughter.
Long pause.
A: They were hoping for an ugly one?
J and I burst out laughing. How could we not? I eventually sputtered out some kind of comment along the lines of "no, they weren't, but Evan was just much more wonderful than they even hoped."
Then I removed my foot from my mouth and finished my dinner.
Later as they ate their lunches in the classroom, I was sitting at A's table to keep him in his seat and prevent him from visiting every other table. The mother of another classmate was also at the table and we were having a group discussion about how annoying big brothers are. Evan told me that her brother was 15 and when I remarked about the big age gap, her mother said "Evan was our oops."
At dinner, I told J about the comment and how I really didn't like how her mother said it in front of Evan. Silly me, I should not have said it in front of A; then again, he didn't pick up on it when it was first said at lunch!
A: What do you mean that Evan was an oops?
Me (trying to think fast): Her mommy and daddy were surprised when Evan turned out to be such a lovely daughter.
Long pause.
A: They were hoping for an ugly one?
J and I burst out laughing. How could we not? I eventually sputtered out some kind of comment along the lines of "no, they weren't, but Evan was just much more wonderful than they even hoped."
Then I removed my foot from my mouth and finished my dinner.
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