Bad Mini-Van driving Woman

We had our first serious accident with slight injury on Tuesday. I have gone back and forth on whether or not to tell about this on here or not. I feel guilty because I know it was partly my fault, I am the mother after all. First let me say that Jayke is fine, I'm fine, we are all fine. I would be a lot better if my mother would stop acting like I don't know what I'm doing with him though. Sorry mom, you are.

After picking Jayke up from school Tuesday, I ran to Target to return an item that I got from the website that came damaged. I purposely parked next to the cart return so I could put the item, which was fairly large, and Jaykeb right in the cart. I hate having him walk in the parking lot. He protested a little and I told him I wanted him in the cart so I didn't have to worry about him getting run over by a car. In he went and we headed for the doors. Jaykeb was squatting in the front of the cart holding onto the edge when a van started to back out right as we were walking behind it. The lady driving slammed on her breaks at the same time I stopped abruptly and pulled the cart back. When I did this Jaykeb stood all the way up at the same time and flipped head first over the front of the cart. He landed on the top of his head on the concrete.

I'm not really sure what happened next other than I ran around to the front of the cart and grabbed him up. I think I must have screamed because another lady and her daughter ran over and as I glanced around I saw people all over the parking lot looking in our direction. I started checking him out to see how badly he was hurt. He had a huge purple knot on his head and it looked like road rash on his scalp where he hit. I started asking him questions about his neck and trying to look at his eyes to make sure they looked normal. He was screaming but calmed down quickly after I had him in my arms and told him he wasn't bleeding or anything. He wanted to know if his head cracked open. I don't know how it didn't.

Now, with all of this that happened you would think that the woman who about ran us over would have gotten out of her car to see if my child was okay, right? Nope! She sat in her van, half in and half out of her parking spot just looking at us. I carried Jayke in my arms and slowly walked behind the van making sure she saw that I was looking at her. I stopped a few cars up to check his head again and the lady pulled up beside us and in the most sickening sweet voice said, "Awwww, is he okay?" Not sorry I about plowed over you, not sorry I didn't get out to make sure you were okay, not do you need any help. Now I understand accidents happen, she may not have seen us but it was her lack of action after the fact that really ticked me off! If I had about run over someone and their child had just landed on his head, I would have been out of that car in a flash to make sure the poor kid was okay. I would have offered to go get ice or do whatever I could to help. Not this woman. I guess I should be happy she at least asked if he was okay before going on her merry way.

I took The Boy inside and sat down with him to check him out again, let him cool off, get him a cold bottle of water to put on his head, and a drink. He said his head didn't hurt. He didn't understand why I kept asking about his neck either. He said, "Why would my neck hurt, I fell on my head!" So true. The poor little guy had a huge goose egg that was making his hair stick out over his forehead. He insisted he was fine then told me he wanted to buy a lot of stuff in Target. He must have been fine, his shopping gene was kicking in.

We made our return and went on to pick up a couple of things we needed but I couldn't stop seeing him landing on his head. I was furious at that woman and furious at myself for not making him sit all the way down in the cart. I still feel really bad every time I look at him. He is fine. Hasn't complained one bit and the knot is gone along with all the bruising. You can hardly tell anything is there at all now. When I asked him if he wanted to tell Daddy what happened all he wanted to talk about were his new kid scissors he got today. He had moved on but I'm still traumatized. I'm also afraid if he ever breaks a bone or something my mom may have a stroke!

On a happier note, I am thrilled to report that day two in school was just as great as day one! I think he is going to have a great year as long as he gets to be Weather Helper soon. If not, he may boycott.