I was walking 2 days ago with 3 of my DDs, one in a stroller, the other 2 holding onto the handles. As we crossed a street, DD3 fell *and I did not notice.* She was barely in my peripheral vision to start with, and I had a scarf on cutting off a small amount of my peripheral vision. *I kept walking across the street not knowing my DD3 was lying face down in the middle of the steet while 2 cars were waiting to make a left turn.*
It was not till we were at the other side of the street that I realized DD was "missing." I turned and saw her face down in the middle of the steet, my mind went "white", I rushed to get her, carried her back to the curb.
Ladies, I cannot stop thinking about this. It is keeping me awake, I am replaying it constantly in my mind.
Why did I not notice she fell???? I didn't even hear her crying till I went to get her! It is a noisy, busy, intersection, but still. My eyes were on the cars making the left turns (looking to my right) while DD was on my left.
What if the cars making a left turn had not noticed she fell? Her clothes were dark and blended in with the street but thank god she was wearing a bright pink hat. From where she was lying, the car would have run over her head!
What if the stroller I let go of, and my other DD who was holding the stroller, rolled/ran into the street?
How do I get over this feeling of torment and fear?
I feel like we missed her gruesome death by 5 seconds.
My husband can't stop thinking about it either (he wasn't there, but just my telling him about this has scared him, it is really weighing on him).
Has anyone here ever had a close call like this?
DD3 kept crying "The cars were looking at me, they were going to bury me, I was alone with the cars."






It was not till we were at the other side of the street that I realized DD was "missing." I turned and saw her face down in the middle of the steet, my mind went "white", I rushed to get her, carried her back to the curb.
Ladies, I cannot stop thinking about this. It is keeping me awake, I am replaying it constantly in my mind.
Why did I not notice she fell???? I didn't even hear her crying till I went to get her! It is a noisy, busy, intersection, but still. My eyes were on the cars making the left turns (looking to my right) while DD was on my left.
What if the cars making a left turn had not noticed she fell? Her clothes were dark and blended in with the street but thank god she was wearing a bright pink hat. From where she was lying, the car would have run over her head!
What if the stroller I let go of, and my other DD who was holding the stroller, rolled/ran into the street?
How do I get over this feeling of torment and fear?
I feel like we missed her gruesome death by 5 seconds.
My husband can't stop thinking about it either (he wasn't there, but just my telling him about this has scared him, it is really weighing on him).
Has anyone here ever had a close call like this?
DD3 kept crying "The cars were looking at me, they were going to bury me, I was alone with the cars."














