I don't even know how to begin this post or where to start. I was heading to Casper Wednesday morning to go to my sister's Graduation I was leaving wednesday because brent started his four days of work and I wanted to get away from our new "house" So Cloe, Dakota, and I headed oiut on our Journey. I was about on hour on the road and the girls were in the back seat in their carseats. Dakota had just fallen asleep and Cloe kept asking me for things so I was reaching back to hand her something and I started trailing off the other side of the road so I tried to get us back on the road and I over corrected and I started sliding sideways and I tried to correct again and then we hit the ditch in the road and started rolling. We were in our truck the dodge dakota. I don't even know how many times we rolled it felt like forever. (Brent guessing about three times.) All I could think of as we were rolling were my girls in the back seat, the most horrible feeling in the world. THinking that they might be gone or that I might be. The truck finally rolled to it's tires and I took my seat belt off and looked at the girls. Cloe was in total shock but looked fine. I looked over at Dakota and she bleeding all over her forehead and I didn't know what to do. The side of the car that hit the worst was right above dakota's head and the window had shattered and spread all over her. She looked in a daze but I also knew that she had been sleeping so that could have had something to do with it. But she never cried and didn't make a sound I started to get her out of her seat because all I wanted to do was hold her and make everything better. I felt and feel so bad. Anyway, a guy stopped and told me to leave her, I told him to call 911 because I couldn't find my phone and he didn't have one so he went out looking for it, he saw the whole thing. Another guy stopped and called the ambulance I tried to stay calm for the girls but I had a hard time keeping it all in we tried singing songs. Cloe said, "Mom the car is broken...mom owies...Dakota is leaking....she needs a bandaid." I didn't even notice my own injury until Cloe pointed them out and the amubulance got there. They took the kids out in there car seats, and dakota was smiling at the people, I can't believe that she didn't even cry when they took her out and away from me (that's a first) The put my in a neckbrace and strapped me to a board and took us to the hospital I remember shaking and shattering uncontrollable and the image of the accident rolling through my head, Cloe kept asking me if I was ok and I said I was and I asked her the same, she said she was okay. When I knew that Dakota was ok was when I heard her laughing behind me. I can't believe I let this happen. At the Hospital we had x-ray's and cat scans and fortunately let us go that day. I couldn't get ahold of brent and I talked breifly to my dad in and out of service he called brent and told him all that he knew that I was in a bad accident and that dakota was bleeding, the police also called him and told him that the girls were ok, but when he got the hospital and saw me strapped to a board he was scared but hoped that it was just a precation. He checked to make sure that the girls were ok and then came over to me and won't admit that he was almost in tears, he joked and said, that he didn't know that I wanted a van that badly.
Anyway, the lord was with us that day and I know that he helped us survive it just makes me appreciate all that I have and my beautiful girls and I know how lucky I am. I still can't believe what happened and that we made it through.
Brent does have pictures but I don't have them right now. In the end I have a badly bruised and swollen left side, mostly where the seat belt was. Dakota has cuts and bruises on her head and a little swollen. Cloe has a small mark from the belt on the car seat and is really upset about the car accident. She keeps telling all drivers to slow down and wanting to hold my hand in the car and keeps talking about our bad and broken car and dakota's owies.
