Mom of two Mischievous Monkeys: The Kindness of Strangers

Thursday, February 6, 2014

The Kindness of Strangers



Mama's Losin' It

I am linking up with Mama Kat's Writers workshop. When I saw the prompt "A time a stranger helped you"  I knew that I had to share this story from when I was pregnant with Nathan, back in 2001.

It was Friday night, right around 6pm {this fact will become important later}.

I was 16 weeks pregnant.

A co-worker offered me a ride home and I asked to be dropped off at the shopping mall.

I stopped at McDonald's for dinner {darn pregnancy cravings} and at the grocery store for something.

I started off to walk home. I approached the cross walk and the light was green. I thought I had time to make it across as I had done so many other times. So I did not wait until I could press the button and cross on the walk signal {that never lasts long enough anyway}.


As I was walking a man in a truck was turning into the outer lane where I was walking. According to his testimony he was driving slowly as he was from out of town looking for a hotel. As he turned he hit me. I struck his drivers side door so badly that he could not open it, ripping the mirror off with my head. I landed on the meridian with my glasses a few feet to my side. 

I remember the man coming up to me and saying “you were wearing dark clothes how could I see you” as he handed me a wad of paper towels for the blood pouring from my head.

I have vague memories of a stranger finding my glasses as I frantically asked for them and comforting me while waiting for which I am very grateful for.

Shortly the ambulance sirens could be heard. I was still quite hysterical and concerned about my unborn baby.

Arriving at the hospital I was adamant to the nurse that I needed to know if my baby was okay. I was hyperventilating and she said that I had to try and control my breathing. 
  
She stated that I was at 16 weeks which was the cut-off for a miscarriage. In my confused state with a serious concussion I did not take this well. Her questions of “do you think you are having a miscarriage, do you feel cramping and pain {need I mention I had been hit by a truck so kinda hurt everywhere} did not help me to figure things out. I was so scared!. She put me on oxygen which helped to calm down my breathing while we waited for an xray technician and to stitch my head wound.

During a semi coherent moment I asked the nurse if somebody could phone Jeremy. While I was strapped to a board, unable to move or lift my head she handed me a phone. I at least remembered the number but asked her if she could dial. She did so and handed me the phone.

Jeremy answered and I merely said “I’ve been hit by truck” He asked where I was and I responded “I’ve been hit by a truck” and hung up. The fear that must have run through his mind at that point I can only imagine. 

He got a ride to the hospital with our neighbours  As he ran in he found me lying on the bed, strapped, covered in blood with a police officer at my side trying to get some sort of intelligible answers from me as to what happened. 

Shortly after they came and stitched my head would {13 stitches} and sent me off to xray where everything checked out okay. The xray technician was awesome and showed such compassion in helping me through what was otherwise a horrible time. Then they checked on the baby’s  heartbeat and I immediately relaxed.

We were given the standard concussion instructions and the nurse advised that since I was covered in blood I might want to go the washroom and clean up.  We took a taxi home and I took painkillers , had a yogurt and went to lay down.

YOU WOULD THINK THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH FOR ONE NIGHT!

But no, as we lay in bed upstairs sometime during the early morning hours we heard a sound of rushing water and Jeremy jumped out of the bed to investigate. Turns out that our hot water tank release valve was discharging water from the tank. He took care of that and our landlord came in the morning to check it out.

YOU WOULD THINK THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN ENOUGH FOR THE MONTH {HECK, EVEN FOR A YEAR} BUT THERE IS MORE!

It was a month later, on a Friday night, right around 6pm {sound familiar??}

I was at the same store on my way home. Just as before someone had offered me a ride home. I declined as I needed that one thing from the store.

As I approached the entrance to the store, a child of about 10 years old was holding a dog on it’s leash. For whatever reason as I walked by the dog lunged at me sinking it’s teeth into my arm. Jumping on my belly and ripping my jacket.  The child pulled on the leash thus resulting in the dog biting again. People stood around watching, not knowing what to do I guess?? I remember hearing yelling from the child not knowing what to do.

Finally the dog released it’s jaw. I ran through the automatic doors and to the service counter where a store clerk was standing. I literally placed my arm on the counter saying I think I need some help—{you think??}  I was clearly in just a mild state of shock!

Right at that moment one of the cashiers came over and said she was getting off shift and would take me to the hospital. We went and picked up Jeremy and she dropped us off at emergency. 

After a quick check that I had an up to date tetanus shot and some bandaging I was on my way. I had been through that cashiers till before I am not sure that her and I really ever talked much beyond greeting each other and commenting on the weather. I don’t even remember her name. Yet, I am so grateful for the help she gave me that day. And after that day you can bet we had stuff to talk about when I went through her till.

I STARTED ACCEPTING RIDES WHEN OFFERED AND NO LONGER VISIT THAT GROCERY STORE ON FRIDAY EVENINGS AT 6PM. WHILE NOT OVERLY SUPERSTITIOUS I THINK THERE ARE SOME SIGNS/EVENTS THAT SHOULD NOT SIMPLY BE IGNORED.

I got 50% responsibility for the accident as I had not pushed the walk light button and a settlement from Insurance after my son was born as I insisted on waiting till after his birth. The dog did not belong to the child’s family, they were merely watching her for someone and by the time by-law officers went looking for them the dog was not at the location. They were fairly confident there had been other incidents with this dog.

And thankfully the rest  of my pregnancy was uneventful.
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5 comments :

  1. Ive been attacked by a dog before! I couldn't imagine going through that again!!!! But being hit by a truck!!!!!!!! Omg! You are so lucky, Honestly with your baby and all, that's just one crazy event all in one!

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  2. Yikes! Because pregnancy doesn't make you paranoid and anxious by itself, right?

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  3. Oh for crying out loud, you were HIT BY A TRUCK!?! Amazing that you and your little baby survived. I'm stunned. I can't imagine how scary that must have been. And then the dog...unbelievable. Thank goodness you're accepting rides home! I hope that grey cloud following you has moved ON! Wow!

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  4. Wow! I don't think any of it was your fault! So happy the baby is okay!!

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  5. I loved your comment about not being superstitious, but feeling like some signs really should be paid attention to! Understatement of the year! Glad for happy endings all around.

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