At my appointment, my doctor said actually I looked and sounded pretty good - she didn't think my residual cold was the cause of any of my issues. She then asked me if I knew I had a heart murmur. She said she heard a very significant murmur and wanted an echocardiogram to see the source to make sure it wasn't anything that needed attention. She made me an appointment for the following day with my cardiologist's office for the echo. I had a teaching obligation, so I asked her if it was necessary to do it that quickly or could it wait a week - she said based on the sound she would really like me in to the first available appointment. I said ok and left the office.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning. They had forecasted a winter storm coming through our area - but up until Tuesday morning, it was largely supposed to hit south and east of us - leaving us with a mere dusting and some cold nasty weather. Brian dropped the girls at school and headed into work. I dropped Maura at preschool, and headed to Buckhead for my appointment. I got there around 10am and my scan started around 10:30. About 11:45am, they finished up and we were headed home. As I was leaving the parking garage, my good friend called and told me they were letting the kids out of school at 1pm, as it had started to snow. I looked outside as we exited the garage and sure enough, it was flurrying. No big deal - I would just head to school, get the kids, and head home for the day.
Within one mile of getting on the highway, it was literally almost blizzard-like conditions. Snow everywhere. Big, wet, heavy snow that was freezing on contact when it hit the road. And cars were already stacked bumper to bumper. I was 18 miles from home.
Luckily my friend called again as she neared the school, knowing I was on my way home from my appointment - and learning how little I had moved in an hour, offered to grab my older four girls for me. I'm glad she did because in hindsight, if I had tried to get to the school, I would have never made it there - and possibly not made it home. I also decided to call Brian and warn him of the traffic - he said he was going to leave soon so he could get a head start home.
We inched along .. literally. Moving maybe an inch or two and then stopping for several minutes - sometimes 30-60 minutes at a time. I kept in touch with my friend who was still en route to get her kids (and mine) and finally she was able to get the kids. After an hour and a half, I decided to get off of 75. It was literally an ice rink - people were sliding everywhere, and frankly, traffic had come to a complete standstill. People were starting to abandon cars and walk - some ran out of gas, some broke down, and some just couldn't sit anymore .... cars and trucks were everywhere, and it was snowing like crazy. Visibility was not good. The next exit came up that was near enough to my house so I got off. I literally crawled around the ramp, slipping and sliding the whole way. I merged on to the main road and we stopped. We started to crawl along, inch by inch, never once touching our gas pedals. If you did, your car would start to slide straight sideways. So on we all went, just letting our cars pull us naturally over the ice and down the road. It took me 2 1/2 hours to go 2.3 miles to the next major intersection where I turned left to head towards my friend's house. She was also STILL on the road just a little bit ahead of me trying to get to her house (which was on my way home). As we sat on that next main road, I realized I was also almost out of gas. I heard so many "jokes" from others not in Atlanta about "why would people leave with no gas? See what happens when you wait until payday to fill up" etc etc... In fact, many people had full tanks of gas - but when you have been stuck in traffic for 7 hours, in subzero temperatures, and running the heat, the defroster, and many times the radio to hear traffic reports, the gas goes quickly. I noticed mine getting near the "E" and started to get nervous. I was only about a mile from the gas station but we were at a complete stop.
We finally started inching along about an hour later - I was really really close to my light coming on. I cut off my heat, the radio, and pretty much everything else hoping to conserve some gas. Finally we inched along and we started to round the curve. I was maybe 100 meters from the gas station - I could see it - but I couldn't get to it. We sat. For another HOUR. I saw several people start to get out of cars and walk - they were walking to the gas stations for gas, water, food, and anything else they needed. I saw one man who had been walking from very far away for gas - and on his way back noticed a car near me with a mom and kids had just run out of gas - he stopped, filled up her tank, and walked back on the long trek to the station to get himself gas - again - since he had given his to her. Traffic was pretty much at a standstill with people sliding and blocking intersections - and with others out of their cars trying to help total strangers. I just started praying that I at least make it to the gas station so I could fill up and sit back in traffic. Finally, we started slowly rolling forward.. little by little and I was able to turn into the gas station. The first two pumps I tried were frozen and not working - the third pump I tried worked, thank goodness, and I filled up the tank. I made my way back out onto the road... we were held up for a bit with people trying to make it into the other gas station - people were sliding up and down the entry drive, and others had stopped on the main road to go help those sliding push their cars the rest of the way.
By now it was about 4:30 and I was 2 miles from my friend's house. She had just made it home herself, after getting the kids from school at lunchtime (she only lives 5 miles from the school). I told her I had left the gas station and was inching my way towards her house. It took me an hour to go those 2 miles. Cars were sliding left and right - and finally I was able to make my way into her neighborhood. At 5:30 I arrived at my friends house - I got the kids in the car, and checked on Meagan, who had been with me the whole time. She was ok - but getting hungry. Her feeding pump had died and I had no car charger for it - and also realized her medication time was fast approaching, and I did not have her seizure meds with me. We went out the back way of my friend's neighborhood.... there are two lane "country" roads that way, but, I figured they could be no worse than the main roads - and I was hoping since they are less traveled the snow would have at least packed down a little more. We made our way out the back roads and cut over towards the main road - still inching along. Although definitely more snow packed, the top of the snow at this point was frozen and conditions were very icy..even on these roads. We finally made it to the end of the road where we turn at the stop sign to get back on the main road - Luckily, we were turning to go down the hill to the main road. People coming up the hill to go where I had come from were sliding straight down backwards - no one was making it up the hill. I put my brakes on, put the van in neutral, and slid down the hill to the traffic light. Once there, I put the van back in drive and waited for someone in the snake-like line of cars to let us merge in. Still not using the gas pedal (which only resulted in immediately loss of control), we slowly made our way into the line of traffic and started on our last leg of the trip back to the house.
The rest of the trip took 3 hours. Yep... 3 hours to go the last 5.8 miles. It was the scariest part of our drive for many reasons - the ice was way worse at this time - by this time so many cars had been traveling over the road... and sitting for hours at a time, that the ice was slick as ever. The little strips of snow to grab traction were non existent. Abandoned cars were like obstacles sitting in the roads - as we would glide by, it was like threading a needle to make it through certain sections of the road without hitting a parked or abandoned car. At one point, police had blocked off part of a hill because everyone trying to navigate down this hill was ending up on the curb or in the ditch - so they were stopping traffic and one by one, we were riding our brakes, sliding down the hill to make it to the next section of the road - all the while, avoiding the cars that hadn't made it and were scattered along the sides of the street and the medians. The only way I made it was to keep changing lanes - every time the road curved to the right, I would get into the right lane so my van could "bumper" off the curb as we slid to the side making our way along the road - and when the road would curve left, I would get into the left lane so my van could "bumper" along the curb on that side. Those that didn't follow this snake like pattern ended up going off the road, or side sliding into the cars next to them as the road changed directions. Once we made it to the last main intersection before the back roads to our neighborhood, we stopped again. People who had been turning on to the road were starting to get stuck mid-intersection. So those of us trying to go across had to, again, "thread the needle" trying to let our cars pull forward while the wheels were also sliding sideways to get across the intersection. Once across the intersection, and onto the back roads, they were again, much more snow packed than our entire trip home. At this time, about a mile from our house, it was the FIRST time since 11:45 that morning - since leaving my doctor appointment, that I was able to actually use my gas pedal and not immediately slide sideways. My tires were gripping the snow pretty well so we were able to get up to about 20-30mph on this last leg of the drive.
To get into our neighborhood, there are hills going down. At both entrances. One entrance, however, has a very steep, short and curvy hill - although shorter, I chose to avoid this just in case I lost control of the van - there's no room for correction and nowhere to go if we were to slide. The other entrance also has a curvy downward hill, but, it's very long... so much better if we needed to slide at all... and this entrance was also closer to our house. As we turned into this entrance, the kids started suddenly asking me "Mom! What is that noise!?" I explained to them that the "noise" was our van sliding down the hill - my wheels weren't turning at all, but sliding down the ice on the hill ... and that's what we did. I rode our brakes the entire way and we were able to make it down to the stop sign without going into anyone's yard or mailbox (thankfully). At the stop sign, all we had to do was turn left and drive to our house. Only problem is - that street is a huge long hill - straight up. Our neighbor said they had made it up a few hours earlier, so I figured we would give it a go. We got about 3/4 of the way up, when our van started to slide straight backwards. I knew at that time we weren't going to make it, so I put the van in neutral and backed up down the hill and parked at the curb.
Personally, we would like to thank our friends who grabbed my girls for me from school (we are so grateful because close to 3,000 students in the greater Atlanta area were stuck at school overnight and there's no way I would have made it there), our friends and neighbors who met us at the front of our neighborhood shuttling my kids to the house quickly when we couldn't navigate the hills, our neighbor who made the trek to a store yesterday and knowing Brian was still gone, brought us a few things to get us through today, and our friends who took in Brian for the last day and night to give him a warm safe place to stay. 18 miles and 3 days later... what an amazing, scary, and crazy adventure this week has been!
[This is a great article with good perspective on what happened here if you want to read more.]