Well, it happened.
I got in my first car accident while driving in Mexico City.
I will quickly follow that up with the fact that me and the tiny baby inside of me are ok.
It was a minor accident; one that was completely my fault. In short, I was in traffic, looked right to change lanes, then hit the car in front of me. It took a total of 3 seconds to happen and a whopping 3 1/2 hours to deal with the aftermath.
James and I only just bought our car and have yet to buy insurance for it. Luckily, it is not illegal to be without insurance in Mexico, in fact, only about 30% of people here do have it.
I was extremely thankful to have hit probably the nicest family I have ever met. They told me not to worry, and once they found out I was pregnant, they immedietly had me sit in their car, while the man's wife showed me breathing techniques to lessen the emotional impact on the baby.
Not going to lie, it was a bit weird and I had a hard time believing it was doing anything, but for how nice they were being, I'm pretty sure I would have done jumping jacks while singing "I'm a Little Tea Cup" if she told me to.
After all was said and done, everything got taken care of and our car is currently in the shop awaiting an estimate. While the man I hit left with barely a scratch on his bumper, our old VW wagon came away needing to be towed, with parts hanging on the group and a radiator that may need to be replaced.
We are both bummed for the amount of money this will hit us with, and the 1-2 weeks without a car, making my commute to work in the mornings almost 2 hours long instead of the usual 30 minute drive.
But after taking a step back and really looking at the situation we are both incredibly thankful. Thankful that it was a minor accident, thankful that me and the baby are healthy and safe, thankful that the people we hit were very understanding and nice, and thankful that we have the means to pay to fix this.
So I leave this post with a heaping scoop of thankfulness and a bit of a sore neck.
my grandma's christmas tree
