So tonight was officially the worst night of mine and Craig's lives. I don't mean that sarcastically, it really was. Today started out as any normal day; hanging out in our pj's until the last possible second before getting ready for church, teaching primary, and then coming home to get ready to go to G&G Q's for a yummy Sunday dinner. That's when it happened. Hunter was playing on our bed and laughing having a good time when he fell and smacked his face on the sharp edge of our footboard. Craig and I felt totally sick. He was bleeding so bad we couldn't even tell wear it was coming from and the poor little guy was screaming so hard. I hate even thinking about it again. I have never seen so much blood and it wouldn't stop! Within seconds we were in the car on the way to the ER. I don't know how many red lights Craig ran, but he definitely pulled out some insane driving skills to get us there fast. Poor little Hunter had to be strapped in a papoose board while they numbed, cleaned out and stitched up a cut above his eye and on his nose. He was so brave. Craig and I were a wreck. We had a great doctor who was so informative and kind to tell us exactly what to expect (babies don't like being strapped to a board and poked with needles, he warned us to expect a lot of screaming). He did a great job with Hunter. We also had a great nurse whose Donald Duck impression could even get a 1 year old with a split open face to laugh. Craig was the perfect husband and was super strong to hold me when I needed to cry. Thanks to my mom and dad for coming down to the hospital to be there for us. Craig and my dad were able to give Hunter a blessing before he went in to have his stitches. I was so glad for that. I love the priesthood and what it can do. Hunter didn't have a concussion and other than some possible scarring, he should heal up just fine. Craig and I on the other hand are going to need a lot of prozac and counselling. I hate, hate, hate seeing my baby suffer so much. Worst night ever!
