The Hurt Mom

One of my only posts to date that's not completely "My Little Lovebug" centered.

I was the victim of a hit and run yesterday.  

In lieu of typing my story over and over again (since that's what I feel like I was doing to everyone who wrote or messages me)...the following is "my statement" copied directly from my Facebook page:

"I picked Benny up from my mom’s after work, put him in his car seat and went into the back to get him his chocolate milk for the ride. I felt pressure on my back and realized that a car was backing out of a driveway and was pinning me in-between my door and my car. I screamed (duh,) but he kept backing up. The worst part was watching him drive away, like it didn't happen at all. Still screaming I called out his license plate and immediately sent it to my husband (yes, I wish I took a picture instead.) I wasn't quite sure what to do, but my father convinced me to report it. In the end, it was really the excruciating back pain I was in that persuaded me to call 911. Within moments, the ambulance came and took me to the hospital (Benny stayed behind with my brother.) The police met me there and I filled out a police report. A few hours (yes, hours!) later I got some x-rays which showed everything as negative (thank goodness!) I was discharged with simple instructions and a pretty strong muscle relaxer, which exempted me from work for today and tomorrow (since I can’t drive while taking it.)

I'm still not sure what course of action we will be deciding to take."