My husband had been flown to a major hospital and was undergoing surgery to repair his shattered knee and severely broken femur. (Our son had not a scratch on him and from that day on, I became a carseat advocate.) I had been sitting next to him in the backseat of the car and while the seatbelt had protected me, it had also done damage. It had dug deeply into my lower abdomen and the doctor believed it had done enough damage and trauma to cause a miscarriage. I spent four days in the hospital before I was cleared to go home. I was scared and I still had not seen my husband.
The next couple of days were overwhelming. In North Carolina, they have some strange and out-of-date traffic laws. Even though we were not at fault for the accident, it was our breaks that had gone out, our car that had lost control on the slippery roads, our car that had hit another car, and our car that caused the death of a young man. Someone had to be charged and that someone was my husband.
He would need to learn to walk again and I was waiting to miscarry our new baby. I was a mess. And we were about to be sued. My husband was just about to start his third and final year of law school. I felt overwhelmed. I had hit the lowest point in my life. I didn't want to eat, drink, or even move. Depression quickly set in. I had lost my will to live.
To be continued.
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