I didn't have any HUGE feelings of what direction I should take on the matter, but I can say that there was a small indication on the back of my brain that told me I should get off on university avenue. Stubborn, I didn't want to but as we neared the first exit, I began hearing this very odd noise. It's hard to describe but think of it as if you are driving next to a semi. The large mass of the vehicle just has a particular sound beacuse of how large the truck is. That's as best as I can describe it.
What we didn't know, was that something on the freeway had punctured my tire but it was so subtle in doing so, that I didn't even notice.
Ironically we were driving next to a large truck (not a semi though) and we assumed that it was the truck next to us that was making the noise since we were on the freeway. But as the truck next to us went forward more in it's lane, we noticed the sound didn't go away but actually got louder, and I started to smell a strong whiff of burning rubber. I didn't even look behind me as I turned into the next lane because I could sense that something was wrong. I kept feeling this tug on the right side, as if my car was trying to force my hand to that direction.
I don't think Caleb could smell the rubber but he sensed something was off as well. He guided me calmly while I drove up the ramp and made a right turn down the street, where I parked my car in a little space across from Novell.
My husband got out of the car to investigate and boy was I surprised when he told me that it was a flat tire that was causing the weird sensation of pulling I felt earlier.
I had mixed emotions at that point because I couldn't cry because I knew we were safe. But I was scared because it could have been far worse at that point.
Honestly, we could have spun out with out fast we were going. Sure we weren't far from provo to begin with, but everyone that was around me was in a foul mood that day and was driving like mad men.
Anyway, so my husband got the equipment from my trunk and was trying to figure out where to put the jack so we could fix the car.
I got tired from standing and began to get dehydrated. Hot weather, little water that wasn't nasty hot and being almost nine months pregnant, isn't a very good combination. I had an umbrella though and there was a cooler that was left in our trunk by a friend of ours. I sat on that and took pictures so i could pass the time while my husband worked on the car.
Needless to say, my hubby and I still needed rescuing from the situation, because we couldn't switch off to turn the jack and he got tired very quickly due to the circumstances. We were able to get a friend over and he help change the tire with us.
In conclusion, I think honestly, whether you believe in some type of faith or not, that that there was SOMETHING or SOMEONE out there protecting us out there. By my faith I would say that God really was out there. And that even further, that angels were guiding my hands as I pulled off. How I remained calm without stressing and overthinking the situation is beyond me. It's true I didn't know the tire was popped but I could have jumped to a far worse conclusion.
I'm so happy that we were safe and that our child was protected as well. We could have been very injured or killed if I didn't make that decision to just get off the road.
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