On Saturday, when we realized our 13 year old needed some help, we thought we'd arrive at the hospital, he'd end up where he needed to be and we'd be on our way.
Unfortunately, that's not exactly what happened.
The first two nights we had to stay with him in the ER. Not an ideal place to get a bit of sleep.
Today, however, they decided that they were going to semi-admit him while we wait for a bed in the facility we're needing. Because of that decision, I was suddenly free to sleep elsewhere. Not that a cot next to his bed in a noisy ER room isn't restful, of course.
But while I was trying to figure out where I could possibly lay my head, this darling little grandma figure appeared and announced that I had a room at the Ronald McDonald House waiting for me.
I have to say, it's a beautiful facility, and I'm so very grateful for a quiet place to sleep tonight and process all that's happening.
|Lovely dining area|
to watch. They have cookie grandmas who stock the many cookie jars dotted around the various houses on the campus and a stash of everything you might have forgotten to pack. If you have kids with you, there's a ton of toys and outside play equipment and such.
It's an incredibly well-thought out facility. And I'm blessed to be able to stay.
I think the single thing wrong with this lovely place is the reason I'm here.
I'm still struggling to process that.
|And a quiet place to sleep|