I had bitter-sweet reminiscent feelings as I unpacked in our room at the Ronald McDonald House on Sunday evening. So many great memories were made here, while waiting for baby Lioness to be born. Along with the feeling of being trapped, wanting to go home, but not allowed to leave. Incredibly thankful for a place to stay, but wondering how long we will be stuck here.
Back again 6 months later, I settled into our room with mixed feelings. Thankful for our home away from home, but wondering, how many more times we will return? What memories will we make here? Will we celebrate more birthdays here?
Lioness birth took over Duane’s entire birthday month. Now her 6 month check-up landed on my birthday (that’s what I get for teasing Duane about not wanting to share his month with her). Her next check-up (at 9-10 months old) should be around Monkey’s birthday. Monkey would love to go hotela and hopital for her birthday! She has fond memories of playrooms and riding “train-tracks.” She has a great time here, even though spending all day at the hospital gets exhausting.
Meanwhile PipSqueak already hates being poked and prodded. She will probably dread hearing tests and surgeries and recoveries.
We will always try to make the trip as fun as possible for both the girls. With hikes and waterfalls on the drive, and lots of family time in the city. I hate that we have to be here. But I do miss this place when we finally get to go home and return to our normal lives.
