Unpredictable True-life
When getting breakfast turned into a living nightmare, all I could do was hope that my baby would be OK…
Louise Woodhead, 30, from Worksop, Nottinghamshire
Craving a full English, a greasy fry-up was exactly what I needed.
Especially as everything around the house was all systems go for myself and my partner Ben, now 33.
At 38 weeks pregnant, in June last year, it wasn’t long before we were going to welcome another boy into the world.
Our eldest Finlay, now seven, couldn’t wait to be a big brother.
After dropping Finlay off at school, Ben and I had planned to go for brekkie at one of our favourite brunch spots just around the corner.
My friend Sarah, now 35, had also decided to come along for something to eat.
‘I can’t wait to tuck into breakfast,’ I said, as I buckled myself into the driver’s seat.
‘Not long now,’ Sarah chimed as she got into the back as Ben then hoped in the passenger’s seat.
‘I know, I can’t wait to meet the little chap,’ I smiled.
‘Let’s get you both fed,’ Ben agreed.
Turning on the air-con as the sun came through the window, we set off.
However, roughly five minutes into the journey, I noticed a tractor cutting some hedgerows on the side of the country road.
‘Oh my God!’ I screeched, as I noticed a car appearing from behind the tractor.
It was trying to overtake – but there wasn’t enough room for both of us to fit.
Especially as it had veered its way into the middle of the road. With hardly any time to think, let alone swerve out of the way, I didn’t know what to do.
Yet, within seconds, the oncoming car slammed into the side of us.
With our silver Citroen thrown into the hedge, the impact triggered the airbags, causing an almighty crash. Only, as they imploded, I felt a pain in my thighs and stomach. The seat belt holding my baby bump in place had tightened during the ordeal, too.
‘Louise,’ Ben screamed, trying to grab onto my arm.
Trapped in a wreck
‘We’re trapped. I can’t get out,’ Sarah panicked from the back, trying to open her door.
It was a relief to know that both Ben and Sarah were OK.
However, I was in agony. ‘My baby,’ I hushed.
Cradling my bump, I knew the impact was serious, especially at 38-weeks pregnant.
‘I’ve called an ambulance,’ the driver of the other car involved said, talking to us through the window with a blood-stained face. Crying, as it started to rain, I didn’t know what else to do. Despite the door being locked shut, the other driver managed to bend it backwards and pull me out of the small gap, p
