I wasn’t going to blog about this as I don’t like to vent in this space (and I may change my mind later and remove this post), but I need to say something.
The events of yesterday (2/14/13)…
I had a doctor’s appointment at 9:45am, which the whole family went with me to. Everything looked good, except that the baby’s heartbeat was in the 170s. The doctor said that was too high for his comfort, so he wanted me to come back later in the day to recheck it as he thought it was probably just due to the baby being extra active at the time. If the heartbeat was still high, he was going to order a non-stress test.
After the appointment, we headed to our favorite breakfast spot in town. Long story short, we were watching out the window of the restaurant when a vehicle in the parking lot attempting to flee police custody rammed into another vehicle and then ours. We didn’t realize at the time that the police were already present in an undercover sting operation (or at least this is what we gathered after the fact), and initially we freaked out thinking we’d been the victims of a hit and run.
THIS was the reason our van got hit yesterday: http://www.staceypageonline.com/2013/02/15/the-underground-targeted-amid-complaints/. We were eating breakfast next door at Maria’s (our family’s favorite breakfast spot).
It was so kind (insert sarcasm) of the WPD to protect the innocent bystanders/vehicles during their sting operation. The ONLY positive to the WPD being on scene undercover was that what looked like a hit-and-run from where were sitting resulted in a fast recover and arrest of the individual attempting to flee the scene. No explanation or apology from the police – only an extra long wait to be allowed to leave the scene of the crime while they processed all the details.
Around 12pm, I posted the following on Facebook:
It’s been a “exciting” morning. First, I had a doctor’s appointment where I found out I might need to have a non-stress test (retesting the baby’s heartbeat later today). Then we went to breakfast as a family and watched out the window as our van was slammed into by an individual attempting to flee from the police. Can I go back to bed now?
Never having been in an accident before, neither my husband or I knew what to do other than call our insurance agent once the police finally gave us a copy of the police report and cleared us to leave the scene (an hour or so later). We called our insurance agent’s office and were basically told they weren’t going to help us with any of the details of filing a claim because the accident wasn’t our fault and thus didn’t affect our insurance.
Once we finally got all the insurance stuff somewhat figured out (including personally calling the other vehicle’s insurance company and starting a claim against them), we were able to find a local body shop in order to get an estimate on the damage to our vehicle. (We have to wait until Monday for the insurance adjuster to come out and OK the repairs, which will take at least a week to complete.)
Once we had gotten as far as we could with getting the situation under control, we decided to continue the rest of our errands around town, including stopping back at the doctor’s office to get the baby’s heartbeat rechecked. Thankfully, it was normal at the second check, and I won’t have to have any extra tests.
I posted this update on Facebook when we finally got home after 4pm yesterday afternoon:
I’m happy to report that A) the baby’s heartbeat was normal this afternoon and I won’t need a non-stress test, and B) the vehicle that caused the damage to ours was insured.
Today has been better stress-wise, but we are still dealing with the after-effects of the situation. I’ll be happy when the whole thing is done and over with!
I posted this status to Facebook this morning:
After yesterday’s “excitement,” I was really hoping for a calm and relaxing day today, but circumstances (and attitudes) outside my control are pointing towards another potentially stress-filled day. I’m trying to remember that “stress is a choice,” as I seek to keep my heart and mind set on things above, not allowing the things of this earth that I can’t control to affect how I respond. Pray with/for me today – that I would live out grace?
The insurance adjuster comes Monday and then our van will have to go in the shop for at least a week once they OK the repairs (meanwhile I’m driving around town without a turn signal and a bent fender).
Remind me to never be in the wrong place at the wrong time again… OK?!?