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At Least It Didn’t Kill Her…

January 14, 2009

But it did about give me a heart attack. I love my new minivan.  It’s less than a year old, so it’s still “new” right? Anyway I love it. I love how all I have to do is pull on the handle and the side sliding door automatically opens.  I love that I can push the button on the remote and the side sliding doors will open.  I {usually} love the little button right inside the door that I can push to close the door.

Unfortunately, the Big One also loves that little button inside the door that allows her to close the door by herself. Technically, the door is supposed to have a sensor on it, much like a garage door, that when it bumps into something it automatically re-opens the door so nobody gets squashed to death.

Being the good mother I am, I have tested the sensor and while it does cause the door to retract, it bumps you pretty hard before it realizes a person is there and re-opens.  I have tried it with different parts of my body in the way.  It left a good bruise on my arm, but didn’t leave a mark on my hip/buttocks region {imagine that, all that padding is good for something!}

So yesterday after dropping off the registration form and deposit for preschool {YAY!}, the girls and I went to the park.  When we were getting ready to leave the park, the Big One decided to be helpful and close the Little One’s door while I was still buckling the Little One in her car seat.  So as the door bounced off my hip, I had a come to Jesus meeting with the Big One about not closing the door until I or the Husband tell her it’s safe to do.  {Y’all now where this is going, don’t you?}

So we get home, I get both girls out of their seats and then I proceeded to bring the trash cans back into the garage {Tuesday is trash day if you need to know!}.  I brought the first one up and the girls were fine, playing with some toys in the garage.  As I was almost back up the driveway with the second can, I hear the Little One screaming and the Big One looked panicked.

Yep, the Big One closed the van door on her sister.  I dropped the trash can, ran to the door, grabbed the handle and got the door to retract.  I know the door hit her and knocked her over a bit. I don’t know if she is big enough to have actually activated its sensor thing or if I just got there before the sensor had a chance to notice she was there. Either way, she is okay.  It left a good red mark on her arm, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it. {In the Big One’s defense, I am certain the Little One was clear of the door when she pushed the button, but then the Little One decided she wanted the baby doll that was sitting on the floor of the van. After I got the door open, the Little One kept saying “baby doll, baby doll” so I know that’s what she was reaching for.}

I’m not sure what it looked like today, because I was too concerned with getting her lip to stop bleeding to even remember to check her arm when she first woke up.

More about the bloody lip, later…

This kid is going to be the death of me.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. January 14, 2009 2:48 pm

    Yikes! How scary!!! I hope she is okay!

  2. January 14, 2009 4:15 pm

    Ugh. My mom and dad had an old Ford Aerostar van when I was a kid and my dad was soooo paranoid about the doors.

    I hope she is okay too.

  3. Karen permalink
    January 15, 2009 10:52 am

    My sister had her head slammed in a circa80s van door – no sensor – no nuthin! She had a nice headache but was okay. Another girl scout slammed it on her head – how? No idea – she was in 6th grade or so & I saw it from across the parking lot. Have i told you that 6th graders can be MEAN???

  4. fixitmommy permalink*
    January 20, 2009 10:57 am

    6th graders are evil, no doubt about it! 🙂 I suppose we are lucky, I am sure the doors are much safer than we we grew up. She is fine, didn’t even have a bruise. She’s got daddy’s skin tone, not mine!

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