There is only a few things I remember clearly the day of the wreck. I was given a bottled water, Kristina and Charity were carried safely from the car. After that I saw my husband pull up, my father-in-law (in his slippers) get out of his car, and our friend was working that day at the fire department. He ran the call.
If I remember correctly, Kristina rode in the ambulance, Charity rode with Michael, and I rode with grandpa to the hospital. Both of the girls went the children's hospital. I couldn't stop crying . I had to go to the adult area of the hospital emergency room.
First thing I had to get x-rays of my neck and ribs. Since I had worked in the hospital before
I had calmed down, because I had to, in the x-ray department. It's hard to cry while holding your breath for x-rays. I lost it again when I saw the officer. I had tears rolling down my cheeks again. I couldn't stop telling the police man "I didn't know, I didn't know!"
Michael kept trying to calm me down. It took a long time before I could tell what I remembered. Thanks goodness this happened while Michael was with me. He had to be in three places at once. The girls being in a different section in the hospital, he was getting exhausted. Thank goodness grandpa was there to help before the other grandparents got to the hospital.
I finally got discharged and was able to be with the girls. Charity was fine. We thought Kristina was going to be discharged with just a sprain, but after one more test......A FRACTURED ANKLE!!!! INTO PIECES!!!! SHE WAS BEING ADMITTED!!!! Here come the tears again.