Hospital Visits Make You Feel Good

From 1 a.m. Friday until 5 p.m. on Saturday, I didn’t have a morsel to eat or drink. Because I requested a bed and not a crib, I had to sign a waiver saying I would not leave my room. Ayinde does not sleep in a crib and I nurse him lying down. So a crib would have been pointless. This meant I couldn’t go to the cafeteria or the vending machine. And Children’s Hospital only feeds the child, not the parents. Eric was doing the best he could to take care of things. When Carla finally came through the door with two Whole Foods bags I wanted to jump into her arms and plant a kiss on her lips. Then came LaShon and family came with Subway, Maisha with salads and fruits, Angela sent her sweet dad with muffins and fruit and her husband brought us dinner, and Janelle with Everlasting Life and a serious smoothie to boost my breastmilk production. It feels so good when people visit you in the hospital or call. For the second time, I’m realizing how touching a gesture it is when people stop what they are doing, get in their car, bring you food, pay for parking just to show some love for a few minutes. Nowadays, people are just too busy to “show their respects,” as my grandmother would say. The older I get the more thankful I am that I have a grandmother to show me how to really treat people. P.S. Janelle, Ayinde really enjoyed the Rising Sun smoothie from Everlasting Life.