It's been a hectic week, so I haven't been able to write this post. Last Friday, my boyfriend and I were in a car accident. It's the first crash I've ever been in, and I'm still reeling from it. We were in Maryland for Matt's brother's wedding, which was the next day, and for which Matt was the best man. We were going through one of those blinking intersections around 11 at night. We had the blinking yellow, and a pickup ran the blinking red. Matt barely had time to slam on his breaks before we rammed right into the truck, knocking it over on its side.

Ofelia was in her crate in the back seat. And let me just say, thank goodness she was in her crate! Every once in a while I'll put her in the passenger seat if I'm driving by myself, or I'll hold her in my lap if Matt's driving. I'm never going to do that again. If Ofelia had been on my lap or loose in the car, she could have been killed or very seriously injured. Matt broke his wrist, and I got a facefull of airbag. It was a pretty bad crash. We were going about 30 miles per hour, which doesn't seem fast, but when you come to a full stop at that speed - well, the car was damaged beyond repair. Once I realized what had happened (I felt like I had gotten punched in the face), and once I realized Matt was alright, my next thought was, "Oh my God, Ofelia!" I jumped out of the car to get her out. But her crate was busted and the door wouldn't open. She was just sitting there looking at me. An onlooker helped me get her out of the car, and I was so relieved that she was okay.

After getting Matt to the hospital and taking care of everything it was 3 a.m. by the time I got to bed. It was such a hectic night, and I had to leave Ofelia with my dad at my parents' house while I was with Matt at the hospital and at his place just recovering from the sudden break in the stasis that was our lives. When I got home, Ofelia followed me around like a shadow. I slept on a mattress in my mom's room. I checked Ofelia all over, pressing her tummy and testing her everywhere. She didn't show any signs of pain or discomfort. And even though she didn't seem frazzled at the crash site, that night she slept right beside me all night. And she was especially subdued.

She was such a good sport about it all. She's such a tough girl. From now on, I'm keeping a crate in the car permanently, and she's always going to ride in it. This way I don't have to be lazy about bringing the crate in and out. I'm just going to buy a new one for the apartment. As much as I have enjoyed having her sit in my lap with Matt driving, if she had been in my lap during that crash she might not be with us today.

Anyway, I'm alright - just a couple of scrapes and bruises. Matt had to get surgery for his wrist, which was terribly splintered. But everything's okay, thank goodness. And Ofelia's still with us, too. We're a little family, the three of us, and I'm glad we're still together.