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There’s No Place Like Home – #Dallas Medical City

As a Parent, I can say with all authority that there’s never a good time for your child to be hospitalized.  It’s one of those experiences we hope & pray we will just never have to deal with.  Not for us, of course; but for our children.  It’s just part of the gig.

However, if you have to hospitalize your child – as I did with Lindsey this last week – then Medical City Children’s Hospital of Dallas is a pretty good place to do it.  They’ll take care of your kiddo and they do it well.  We’ve had some of the best hospital staff I’ve ever encountered.  We have a private room, there is a DVD player to play the Redbox movies we picked up at Wal-Mart while Linds was asleep this morning as part of her “Easter Bunny Drop.”  The volunteers gave Lindsey a “Thumper” bunny and some toys (1) to keep her occupied.  There’s a “media room” and a “teen room” that were she not on isolation; she probably would have wanted to hang out in.

The reality is that she IS in isolation, though; so, subsequently, so am I.  That’s okay, I’m Mom… it’s not about me and I don’t want her to be alone, anyway.  But… in a whiny moment?  The one weak spot of the hospital is paying attention to those that have to stay here with the patient.  While they have wi-fi & a real bed for me to sleep in?  There’s not decent seating in the room.  From an eating perspective?  It’s kind of an expensive place with visiting hours.  GIANT hospital – there’s several places to eat, including a Fruitelli & a Cupcakery that’s one of the Top-10 ranked in the nation… Sophie’s Cupcakes, I think?  Everything closes by 8:30, though.. so, it’s vending machines for your evening munchies… and those? Not so well stocked.  There’s the exact same juicing formula that I make at home for sale at Whole Foods down the street AND a Chipotle.  I’d totally go get some were it not for two things:

  1. I have to pay $4 to $6 every time I want to go down that street.  I get paid premium parking or visitors lots; but it seems excessive to have no free parking when you have parents staying at the hospital with their children.  If I wanted to leave in the middle of the night, I could save a buck… or, I guess I could walk – but that takes a 2 minute drive to a 15-20 minute walk.  As I wait for her to sleep to sneak out already? I really wouldn’t want to risk the additional time that takes.
  2. So, I actually did  bring back food to the hospital yesterday and put it in the family fridge… after putting the hospital labels with Lindsey’s information to identify they were our food items, of course.  So, imagine my disappointment when I discovered that those sharing the hospital floor with me are not really much different from those sharing an office:  Someone TOTALLY stole our food!!  #badmanners
Between the two, you can understand my reticence to go get $4/bottle juices or yummy-yummy Chipotle or put it in the fridge.   As a girl’s gotta eat, though – I’ve been hitting the eateries in the hospital (2) and walking across the street for my daily dose of gooood coffee.  I heart Starbucks.   So, while this might make me a monster to admit?  I find myself a little bit cranky this morning.  I miss “real food,” my juicing protocol, good coffee, and lounging on the couch writing.

Okay, ungrateful #rantoff … thanks for bearing with me through that.  Mainly, as a parent, I’m just tired of my daughter being sick.  I do miss my routine, I do want to get work done… but I REALLY want to see my daughter well.  She’s definitely better today than she has been over the last few days.  I’ve been listening to Lindsey talk to her Respiratory Therapist while I have been writing this.  She’s managed to have nearly 10 minutes of conversation without breaking into a long coughing spasm.  That’s AWESOME.  She went nearly eight hours between pain medication dosing; also awesome.  But she’s still not well… and I can’t fix it.  Decidedly less than awesome.

We have a couple of more tests to run tomorrow and the continuous, round-the-clock breathing treatments have definitely helped a lot.  There’s a chapel here that I’ve found a lot of comfort praying in; which is a little odd as I typically don’t care about my surroundings when I pray.  But even after she goes home?  Our work isn’t done – it’s not going to “magically be better.”  We have to find a protocol that will work for her in the long-term.  Her pulmonologists seem good; I have faith that we will.  But I know I speak for both of us when I say that we’re looking forward to doing it from home.  Because, however nice Medical City Children’s Hospital has been to us…. there’s no place like home.

(1) especially cute was the slingshot, since she’s 14 years old but still… nice gesture

(2) skipping the $8/tray “parent/guest” trays

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One Comment on “There’s No Place Like Home – #Dallas Medical City”

  1. Bill Chance 04/08/2012 at 8:22 pm #

    There is nothing worse than having an ill child. It’s great that Medical City is taking such good care, though (both our sons were born at Medical City – a while back).

    Thanks for sharing.

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