You were only a month old…It was a dark, cool spring night and we were returning home after a wonderful visit with Grandma and Grandpa Bryant. They thought you were the most precious little thing! Just a short drive and we could go to bed…something all new parents look forward to.
Your father and I had traveled this way hundreds of times before. And as the red turned to green, your father diligently looked from side to side, then preceded into the intersection. All was clear on the road. As we drove forward a sudden bright light from the left broke the darkness. I turned to see it rushing towards us. From the height and size of the two beams I knew that what hid behind the light was something large…definitely larger than our little Mazda. Your father shouted my name! Instinctively, his right hand reached across me as he swerved with his left, but nothing could prevent the impact. It was too late! Your father’s turning could only lessen the blow. I don’t remember the actual moment of impact, just the before and immediate after. Our car hit the median and stopped. Quickly, your dad turned to the side and back to make sure you and I were okay. I was fine and you amazingly appeared to be resting, completely at peace. Suddenly, we realized we were not in a safe place and had to move from the vehicle as soon as possible because of on-coming traffic. Your father and I got out and he grabbed your carrier from the backseat. I then saw what hit us…a large Ford Explorer. A teenager girl got out with her friend. Her hands shot up in horror to cover her mouth when she saw you…a baby just one month old. There was no time to talk or ask what the heck she was doing…just time to see that the girl and her friend were unharmed.
Your dad got us out of the road and walked us up to a 7-11, checking you every step of the way. From what we could tell, you appeared to be okay. He left me with you to make the phone call, while he went back out to the accident scene. I had held it together and then suddenly I looked down and there before me was my baby…my beautiful baby…one month old…and I lost it. I dropped to my knees and just cried. I was so thankful that you appeared okay, but simultaneously terrified at the thought of what could have happened. I wanted to pick you up and hold you close to me and kiss you all over, but I was told to leave you in your seat until the paramedics arrived. It seemed like an eternity. After they came and checked you out, they too thought everything was okay, but wanted you to be seen by a physician before removed from your seat. You were just so young and they wanted to be safe. Of course, that meant I still couldn’t hold you! We went by ambulance and I grabbed tight to your little finger. We waited in the E.R….and waited…and waited. A nurse…another nurse…”Please, somebody let me hold my baby!” By this point, you were restless, crying, and hungry. Finally, the doctor came…and finally I could hold you! He told us you were just fine and we could take you home. Your dad and I were so relieved!
The car was totaled. The car seat no longer usable. Both very new, but both easily replaced. You…just a month old…but not so replaceable were just fine, and I could hold you and hug you and kiss you all I wanted…and I did, Layla Christine! You better believe I did! =)