God- Part II

Between doctor's appointments and car shopping, this week has been extremely stressful. Talking to insurance companies, re-living the accident, trying to sleep amidst pain and haunting nightmares, and wondering how in the world I will get back to my normal self so I can care for the children alone again... it feels so heavy. 

My parents arrived Sunday and have been my constant help. They've babysat and bathed babies, washed dishes and made meals. They've been my left and right hands. 

It all seems unreal. When we went to pick up our personal belongings from the Volt, the reality hit us. Seeing the crushed metal.

Seeing the actual space inside the car.

Being unable to retrieve any of our things from what used to be the trunk of the Volt.

I cried.

Some of my tears were from ugly shock.

Some were from gratitude. 

Lucy is healing exactly as she ought to. The doctor was pleased with her behavior and body movement and gave her a thumbs up.

I am healing slowly and surely. I've been in a good deal of pain, but I have been icing and heating and resting and medicating. That bruise is one of a few- the other places will not be documented. I am swollen and sore, but I do adore the color purple. The chiropractor says that I will be able to hold my head upright soon and that my back can be straightened out. I am eager for the day when I will be able to turn my head again!

Seeing the car in the pound was more than sobering. I don't exactly have words yet for how close we were to death and how close my head was to the front of the truck. 

Lucy was on the back driver's side. I was on the back passenger side.

Lucy's car seat did exactly what it was created to do.

It saved my baby's life.

Graco forever!

God saved us.
 I will forever be grateful. As I learn to cope and pray about this new opportunity to live with a fresh start, I begin each day with gratitude.