So, not exactly an exciting story, but something to write about none the less. Kylie stayed the night at her grandparents on Tuesday. There was a storm coming in, but we figured it was no big deal. Anytime they get snow, CalTrans usually keeps the roads pretty clear, not to mention we would have the truck. Well, we went to meet them at the top of the hill on 178, and about 2 miles from our meeting destination, we hit black ice. Matthew is a great driver, he stayed calm and handled it the best he could. When we started fishtailing, I said "Oh Shit!" and my mind was thinking, this isnt really happening...its weird how even in the middle of something tradgic, you still dont believe that its happening. The back end of the driver side hit the mountain, we slide a little ways before the truck spun a 360 and our front end was in the hill. Immediately Matthew and I were checking on eachother to make sure we were okay. I was so dizzy and disoriented, but I knew that I was okay...heck, I wasnt even worried about my self at all...I was so scared that my husband was hurt. At the first impact, my face hit the passager window, and possibly something else, I dont remember hitting anything other than the window, but I ended up with a black eye and a small cut on my eyelid. That couldnt have been caused by hitting the window alone. We thought I broke my hand, but its just pretty bruised. Thankfully, thats all that happend. A few bumps and bruises and whiplash. As soon as Matthew knew I was okay, he freaked out telling me to get out of the truck. I didnt know why, I was afraid that he smelt gas, or thought the airbags would deploy, so I was hessitant because I wanted him to get out of there also. I later found out that he didnt want someone to come around the turn, not see the truck sticking out in the road and hit us with me in it. It was windy and snowing. It was only 6pm, but felt like 10...dark and freezing. I was standing by myself, feeling scared, alone, and relieved all at the same time. My husband and I were okay, and our daughter wasnt in the truck. Lucky lucky lucky. I couldnt have been more relieved about all that. It was still very scary. A man pulled up, asked if we were okay, we asked him to let the white car at the top of the hill that we were in an accident, okay, but they needed to come get us. Shortly after that, a lady pulled up and gave us a jacket to stay warm. My in laws showed up and I got in the car and started crying because I was so happy to see my baby girl. My hands were icicles, so I couldnt touch her, but that was okay. I wanted Matthew to get in the car and get warm, but he was outside directing traffic and being his typical self...stubborn busy body. My in laws took Kylie and I home, Matthew waited with the Police Officer for the tow truck to arrive. When they got home with the truck, we decided that it would be best, insurance wise, to have him take the truck to the yard rather than do it later. Pretty sure the truck is totalled...honestly, we hope it is. We have Gap protection on it, so they will just pay it off and we wont have to make payments on a vehicle we arent even driving. Ironic...we were trying to sell it. The other crazy thing is that Matthew is the fourth officer in his station to get into an accident. Four people in 2 months...what kind of voodoo is on that department?
Anyway, we are safe at home. Our daughter is crazy, she is trying so hard to walk. She keeps saying Momma and daddy has been trying so hard for her to say Dada. When he says, "Say Dada." she says "Momma." *giggle* She has a cold, which is making her miserable...on top of teething. I wish there was more that we could do for her, but sadly, its just something we have to ride out. Gotta go...cranky pants is at it again...
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