Ford F-150 vs Honda Civic . . . and the point goes to the F-150

Short version: 

What began as a quick trip at 4:30 pm to Walmart for some last minute Cub Scout craft supplies ended with a long wait in a gas station parking lot and not leaving the hospital until 10:30 pm.

Complete, unedited and extended version:

(This is for me to just type it out and stop thinking about it so it is probably boring for anyone else to read)

Turning right at a four-way intersection, I had a yield sign so I stopped due to an oncoming SUV in my lane. Somehow the truck behind me did not see me stopped and must have thought he could have gun it to in front of the SUV . . . not sure. One second I was waiting for the SUV to pass and the next my head was hurting and I thought, "Did I get hit by the oncoming SUV?" Luckily for me, the SUV had quick enough reaction time to swerve out of the lane my car got pushed into otherwise I would have been T-boned by him at 55 mph.

As I sat there stunned for a few seconds while pulling off of the road with my hazard lights on, I looked around the car. Somehow the flip flop that was on my right foot was no longer there and my hair tie was mysteriously knocked out of my hair. My open water bottle had been in my right hand so there was water all over the inside of my car, as were all of the contents in the console (and I decided I will no longer keep scissors in there).

Not knowing what else to do, I found my flip flop and exited the car to survey the damage and talk to the other driver. We decided to pull into the gas station to get off the shoulder of the road. As this is my first accident (and I'll attribute my being emotional to my pregnancy), I began shaking and crying. I texted Allen because I didn't want to disturb him during his class. He called back immediately, which made me cry harder to talk to him. :)

I felt dumb for crying because other than a head ache and sore neck/back, I knew I was okay. Caleb (Announcement: that's what Junior's name will be!) was kicking a lot so I knew he was okay for the time-being. The man who hit me was very kind and apologetic, especially when he saw I was pregnant. He even bought me a water while we waited for the police to arrive.

The accident happened at 4:45 pm and by 5:30 the policeman hadn't shown yet and I was anxious to get to the hospital because I felt a lot of pressure where the seat belt had been buckled, felt like I was having an almost constant contraction and my doctor told me to go get the baby monitored. So I called 911 to ask where the officer was and explained my situation. When I was told that the officer was still half an hour away due to traffic (? I thought that was why they had lights and sirens!?), I got permission to leave all of my information with the other driver and go to the hospital.

At 5:45 (not more than 5 minutes after I left) the other driver called and said the officer had gotten there so I turned around and went back. In the meantime Allen had called our bishop so when I got back to the gas station, he was there waiting to give me a hug and moral support. (He also let the cub scouts that I wasn't going to make it that night to our activity!) By 6:25 I was on my to the hospital. I was in a maternity triage room by about 6:45 and our bishop's wife was there a few minutes later, brought me food and stayed for about an hour. I don't know what I would do without the church and such loving members!

I was told they were going to monitor the baby's heart rate and my contractions for two hours and as long as everything was good, I could go home. Caleb's heart rate was great the whole time but the nurse came in after about half an hour, concerned, because I was having contractions every 2 minutes. At 8 pm they gave me an IV to see if giving me fluids would stem the contractions . . . nope.

At 9:30 they gave me a shot of a smooth muscle relaxant that they said would stop them and were going to give me another dose 15 minutes later if it hadn't stopped the contractions. Ten minutes after the first shot the nurse came in to check on me and make me lay on my side to slow my pulse as it had shot up to over 125 bpm. They decided not to give me the second dose . . . but by 10:30 they decided that with my contractions now being 5 minutes apart, Caleb having a healthy heart rate and me being 35 1/2 weeks along that I could just go home. I was really glad about that because my phone battery was almost dead so I couldn't even talk to Allen or my mom for more than 5 minutes a piece while I was in the hospital for almost four hours!

At 10:55 pm I drove my poor, beat up car into my apartment parking lot, and feeling pretty beat up myself, went inside to charge my phone so I could call Allen.

Congratulations if you stuck it out through that whole story! Sorry for the lack of pictures to accompany it and make it more interesting.