Just when I think we are over the hump of scary things that happen, I find out how wrong I was. My daughter was in a car accident on Wednesday. She’s fine, which is really all that matters but once again I’m reminded how much easier this would be if I had a spouse.
I think my heart missed a beat when she called and said she was in an accident. Since she wasn’t too far from home I drove to the scene of the accident, the whole way wishing I had someone to hold my hand and tell me it was going to be okay.
When I got to her and was able to see that she was really going to be fine I felt better, although my legs still felt like they were going to give out. I wanted to cry but instead I had to be strong for my baby because there is no one else.
All I wanted to do was snuggle on the couch with her like I did when she was little and didn’t feel well. Instead there are insurance companies to deal with, rental cars to pick up and paperwork to fill out to release the car because it’s totaled.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t always have to be strong, but I’m all she has. Even if I could have called her father he wouldn’t have been any help. He is so distant from her life that he doesn’t know what she was doing, who her car or medical insurance is through, none of the information that is needed after an accident. All of the related items are in my name so I would still have had to do everything.
My baby is going to be ok, that’s the important thing. I still sometimes wish I didn’t have to cry alone.