The Accident

Baby and I are Ok and in good health as far as the doctors can tell.

This is what happened:
Thursday night I was driving home from work and surprisingly not on my cell phone or going back and forth bewteen country radio stations, or speeding-despite that I had forgotten to use the lady's room before leaving work. This Thursday night was different-the weather wasn't great, the roads were a little icy but it was hard to see where with the light dusting of snow that had fallen earlier. Already 15 under the speed limit with cars passing me by, I decided I was going to slow down a little bit more just to be on the safe side. At the same time I had gently stepped on the breaks, my car hit a patch of black ice, slamming me and my car into the cement center divide and ricocheting my car back into all three lanes of traffic spinning out of control. My car came to a stop finally facing backwards in the middle lane of on-coming traffic.
I was VERY "lucky". I say lucky, but I really know that the Lord had protected me and my baby from what could have been a devestating ending. Not only had my life and the life of my unborn son been spared, but the accident that had occured seconds before mine-that was now behind me-in all the spinning my car had done-had NOT hit them or the people standing around at the scene. I'm telling you- it is IMPOSSIBLE that my car couldn't have hit the people or the other two cars in an accident in the middle of those same three lanes I had just spun through. Only the Lord can make possible what is so seemingly unpossible to us. The police, paramedics, and fire trucks on the seen couldn't understand how my accident and the other accident weren't related. They first thought the accident behind me was from trying to avoid hitting me. The people involved with the other accident didn't even know what had happened to me or I got there on the freeway because they hadn't seen my car spinning.
My air bag hadn't deployed (thank goodness), and I didn't have any whiplash, I didn't hit my head on the window or steering wheel, and my seat belt was low enough that I didn't have pain or bruising from pulling against it. I declined going in the ambulance, and Dave came and drove me to the hospital where the Doctors monitored junior to make sure that with the inertia of the crash that the placenta had not detatched from the uterus. We monitored the baby's heartbeat for 5 hours, and it was strong, and all the while he kept tossing and turning inside me.

The Lord's hand is always available to us. His miracles are never ceasing. Some people don't think miracles occur anymore, and while I've personally seen and experienced them in my life, I'm always humbled again and again by the Lord's great power and mercy. The officers are on the scene told me I was really lucky, I told them I was blessed.

IT'S A BOY!

That's right, the first child born to Dave and Sheryl Babcock will be a boy. We are more than excited about our pending delivery, due March 17th. Having known about out little guy since October 31st, and NOT telling anyone, I finally pleaded with Dave to let me tell him about our wonderful surprise. Dave reluctantly consented. He wanted to wait until D-day (delivery day) for the ultimate surprise and maximum excitement, but he was willing to sacrifice his fun for mine. (thanks Dave!)

So, on New Year's Eve/Day at the stroke of midnight, I gave Dave a puzzle that he had to put together (there were probably 25 pieces or so) and that's how he found out. The thing is-on christmas-I had actually slipped with a pronoune (he) twice, but Dave didn't catch it or realize I had done that. (From the moment I found out I was pregnant I was always referring to the baby as he for some reason. When I found out that the baby was in fact a he, I always referred to the baby as "the baby" though.)So, anyway, I was worried that I was losing my ability to keep tight lipped and wanted to be able to tell Dave in a "fun" way instead of an oh shoot! I slipped way. Dave proceeded to do the boy dance with accompanying whooping and hollering. It was so much fun to have him share in my excitement.

Dave had been thinking it was a girl so he's been coming up with lots of girls' names, and so now he has to switch gears into helping me think of boys' names. Girls names are so much easier to come up with by the way. You don't have to worry about a girls name being too girly or femenine or geeky. With boys' names, it's hard! Any reccomendations are appreciated. We won't actually decide for certain on a name though until we meet our little boy. March 17th is just around the corner, and the weekly count down is entering single digits....YAY!