"I'm sorry," my husband (Jason) croaked from the other side of the ambulance.
"No," was all I could muster through the elephant pressure sitting on my chest.
"Fine, then," he said in a husky voice, "I love you."
"I love you too," I squeaked, wondering if it was going to be the last thing I said to him, knowing an apology certainly wasn't the last thing I was willing to hear from him.
The following ride to the hospital could have been on a spaceship for all I can remember at this point, all I know is I spoke to my mom during the ride and I told her how much my head hurt. Once at the hospital there was a lot of hoopla about broken necks and broken knees, so I was put into a neck brace, and told I needed a CT scan.
In and out doctors and nurses hustled telling me over and over my kids were alright. I remember being relieved that I didn't need to worry about them since the likelihood of my having internal injuries seemed pretty great judging by the tone of the doctors' voices.
*I later found out my oldest was in ICU.*
Not much after this is reachable in my mind until the doctor leaned down to inform me that after getting all our scan results back both my girls and I were going to be med flighted to Maine Medical Center. Good news though, my neck wasn't broken!
I promptly refused said med flight because being in a state of shock left me with the good judgment to insist on a leisurely ride down via ambulance. Apparently since I'd already pressed my luck for risky vehicular behavior for the day, this was the way to go.
This ride again could have been taken on a space ship.
Once the three of us got to Maine Medical Center, the doctors informed me I was going to need yet another CT scan and a cleaning for my shredded knee. They told me I was going to have to be put under for the procedure.
I refused. I wanted to stay awake until I knew the state of my girls was stable.
"Just stick a fuckin' local in there and do it."
This is what I was quoted as saying by my aunt-in-law. My aunt-in-law who I didn't know worked as a nurse for Maine Medical Center. My aunt-in-law, Lynne, who just so happened to be working that night.