Each year in mid-June, I spend some time celebrating my second birthday – the day that my life changed. The day that became my first “before” and “after”. You know, like before marriage/after marriage, before kids/after kids. Except this is before accident, after accident. When you hear about the details of the accident, you wonder how I saw June 19, 2007. But I did. And here I am, and it’s June 18, 2012.
Before accident, I had no problems with driving. I was more wreckless (still within the legal limits, even though I may have sped some), and carefree… hearing the stories of horrible car wrecks and thinking it’ll never happen to me.
But then it did. A minor downed at least a 6 pack of beers, got in his car, decided to try to kill himself, and I got in the way. And by getting in his way, I was on my side of the highway, in the far right lane. He had to cross 6 lanes of highway plus a median for me to be in his way.
After the accident, I get nervous on roads where there’s no barrier between the two sides of traffic. I now have a constant reminder in the form of a scar that runs the length of my kneecap. I see Saturns and smile, knowing the people driving those cars are safe if they run into a situation like mine. I also have to add broken bones and surgeries to all paperwork when I see a new doctor.
But things have gotten infinitely better than I ever thought they could. I have a wonderful husband, a job I love, a house to call my own, and a gorgeous, happy daughter.
Without that experience, I would take for granted many things. Like the ability to get pregnant. I wasn’t sure I would. And when I did, I wondered if my pelvic fractures were too much to have a vaginal birth. So even through the problems, the fact that this accident didn’t take my dream of motherhood away was the second biggest blessing – the first being my life.
|Friends from college passing through on their cross-country trip a few weeks after the accident. Even though I look normal, I didn’t have the ability to walk.|
“No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.” – Haruki Murakami