My weekend...

So my ass hole was pretty much puckered up the whole weekend! Griff got attacked my ants on Friday and had a allergic reaction. His neck and hands were so swollen.
Saturday night he fell on the corner of the fireplace and busted his head. Of coarse the one time I don't jump and crab him, there's blood. Boug picked him up and went to kiss his head (I always kiss the boo-boos) he saw the blood. I looked up and saw his hand full of blood. I ran to the door and got the keys, we rushed him to the er, mind you, Boug yells at me not to put him in the car seat and for me just to hold him. So I strap him in the front set with me (yeah not the safest I know but I wanted to make sure he was going to pass out. I told Boug to put the emergency lights on and of coarse everyone is going as slow as turtles! All, I could think is my baby brain is going to hemorrhage. We finally get there, Boug fills out the papers but he puts his information on the sheet. Of coarse he doesn't know any of his info, I fill out the papers hands shaking like crazy. I realize I have no shoes, no bra, no phone, no purse and I'm in boxers and T-shirt on. I fit right in w/ all the white trash at Lexington Medical Center. I walk around the corner to call my mama, this is where I loose my shit. Up to this point, I've held myself together, let me tell you the sight of blood makes me squeamish but I didn't even think twice about it. Boug is yelling at everyone, b/c they seem not to care that my child is bleeding to death and could have brain damage. We finally get back there and he's fine, no stitches or staples. When his head was finally cleaned up ,It was a little cut and a knot. Of coarse I had to get reassurance that there was no serious damage. I think I watch way too much Grey's Anatomy! I am very grateful that my baby is doing well, right back to his wild self, climbing on everything! Oh, man I would have never imaged motherhood would make you worry so much, I know I have a long road ahead of me!