Originally posted Sept. 5, 2008
My son was hit by a car.
My worst nightmare.
The car, driven by a 91-year-old, hit his left side as he ran
into the street after a tennis ball. I'd been standing 30
feet away with the cable guy staring up at a phone wire on one side
of our new house, and my husband was nearby vacuuming out the car
near where Holly played. She saw the whole thing. I
must have heard the impact because I whipped my head around just in
time to see my firstborn fly over the hood of our neighbor's
Buick. Noah landed several feet away on his back, then hit
his head and immediately began to scream.
Oddly, he was still wearing his bicycle helmet, though he'd been
off his bike for a few minutes already. He never
leaves his helmet on after getting off his bike.
I rushed to his side and yelled for the cable guy to call
911. Noah wanted to get up but I insisted that he lay flat,
just in case he had any spinal cord or internal injuries. A
rush of adrenaline can mask them at first. The Batavia EMS
folks were fabulous, and even quickly started an IV that never even
caused a bruise.
When the ER doctor asked if Noah had become airborne during the
accident, I said yes.
"Cool," Noah grinned, otherwise immobile from the neck brace and
backboard to which he was still restrained.
Several X-rays and exams later it turns out he's just fine,
though a little banged up. Each day he notices another twinge
of pain somewhere. His neck, his knee. He'll be sore
for a while.
But it could have been worse. Much worse. I still
have a hard time thinking about it, three weeks later.
When I asked if he'd checked for cars before running after
the ball, Noah sheepishly admitted he hadn't. Sure, that'd
been my mantra since we moved in two months earlier, but some
lessons are hard to come by.
As for the driver's hand in this near-tragedy? Quite
possibly she was slow to react, and I'll follow up to make sure
all's well there, but I think she and Noah share equally in the
responsibility. I think we all learned a few lessons that
Two days after Noah sailed over the hood of that car he flipped
again - this time, off the diving platform at the Batavia's Hall
Quarry beach, the warm sun shining brightly above him.
My lucky, lucky boy.
Jennifer DuBose, M.S., C.A.S., is a licensed marriage and family therapist in private practice in Batavia.
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