Okay, 11 pages is a little crazy for my other thread so per
@adk19's advice, here is a fresh one. Go to page 10 of the old thread to see some wedding photos!
I do have some footage from one of the local broadcasts. I don't feel comfortable posting it out in public because it names the hospital where my H is, but if you're a TK reg and we've interacted before, message me and I will be more than happy to send it along! You get to hear some from my H, me, and see a bit of footage from our ceremony.
While it's very bittersweet to be alone on my wedding night, overall today was great. The ceremony, although a blur, was beautiful and moving, and our reception went smoothly! The nurses contacted the hospital administration and they bumped us up to a MUCH nicer lounge room on the "politicians and rich people stay here" wing of his floor for the reception. The food was nice, we did cake and shared a first drink, etc. H was in good spirits and not much pain, and really enjoyed himself!
The only two hiccups were parking and my MIL. Parking is always kind of nuts at the hospital but today was a special kind of awful. I was an hour late to the ceremony!!!!! UGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt terrible but there was literally nothing we could do. Mom said, while we were waiting, she should have hired a car to drop us off and pick us up later. Hindsight is a bitch, to mix a couple cliches!
My MIL acted like a brat all day. A few days ago she tried to convince us to postpone until we could have it outside at the nursing home (that was her excuse anyway) and H called her and set her straight. Today, she didn't crack a smile a single time. Sat in the corner at the reception and didn't talk to anyone. Didn't accept a champagne flute to toast, wouldn't eat cake, didn't take a single picture of H all day. Whatever, lady. My H said FUCK HER! later on in the hospital room. lol. If you can't be happy for your son regardless of your (apparent) feelings toward me, that's your problem.
We had a bit of sadness after it was all said and done. The news teams were a huge surprise to us, the hospital called them. They asked H a bunch of questions about the crash that upset him. For example (I haven't mentioned this yet by the way, I only found out about a week or so ago), he didn't know that his leg was amputated by the car that hit him, not the hospital. So that was a big shock. I went out to get us some dinner and when I got back, he was crying. I asked why and he said it was kind of hitting him how close he came to dying and it made him so sad to think of that. Poor, poor baby. I hugged him tight as best I could and told him to look at his wedding ring and remember that he's here and he has me and we can get through anything!
We're gonna need like a two week wedding "night" when this is over haha.
