As I sit here my mother is almost 500 miles away recovering from a very intense car accident.
I got a call from my brother on Sunday that went like this:
Bro: Mom's been in a wreck and they took her away in an ambulance.
Me: stop joking, that's not funny.
Bro: I'm serious bethany. I gotta go.
Yeah. What do you do with that? Ben and I were on our way to see our new nephew, Hudson (so super cute by the way), when I got that call. So, I did what I always do...I put on my big girl pants and waited. It seemed like forever before the nurse called me.
I won't go into details about the accident, because the details don't really matter. It was bad. Bad enough that the paramedics didn't expect her to be alive when the went to the car. What matters is my mom "should" be ok and I'm stuck 8 hrs away getting updates by phone.
Before you ask, I can't go. Jackson is sick. I know she's going to be fine but I just don't like not being there and I don't want her to think that I don't want to be there. I dont want her to be scared or feel that she isn't loved enough to warrant a visit. it just sucks.
so, please remember my family over the next few days.
I love you mom.