Why I Am in NYC
Because they didn’t tell me NO. And for that, I am grateful. My child had major surgery. Then an unreasonable number of complications followed (anything over zero is unreasonable). When they told me of the second surgery, I called and asked if anyone would be offended if I came out. I was on a plane less than 3 hours later.
With the hospital address, I booked a hotel. I arrived at that hospital address only to learn it was the wrong campus. And I called the hotel to let them know I’d be checking in early only to learn they were full and my reservation was errantly entered (by the phone rep) for 36 hours later.
Uber at 2 am from Manhattan to Brooklyn. Saw my baby (heart broken). Then worked to find a new hotel close to the hospital.
Did I mention that I still hadn’t slept? Cognitive alertness is definitely key for hotel booking decisions.
Yes, lots of hiccups, but I am here. I’m starting day 5 or 6 here, depending on how you count days when you arrive just before midnight. This is where I’m supposed to be. I have no medical training, but the days have proven that it is about heart and energy and just being mom. I feel compelled to be where my other children are, a drive five states to the west. They have big things happening in their lives, too. I want to be there for everything. Texting, Meet, and YouTube are giving me sloppy (but it’s something) seconds.
No cloning machine: hardest part of motherhood. It’s an exercise is casting my care unto the Lord. Give my babies to him, daily, in every area. Trust them to the Caregiver. Harder than a day with blowout diapers and mastitis. Not kidding.
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