Miracles

I have seen and felt the hand of God in our events this weekend. In addition to being able to attend the temple on Saturday, we also had little miracles happen as Megan and I headed for Indianapolis. I cannot thank all of you enough for your thoughtfulness, your prayers, your thoughts, and for fasting. I am humbled, full of gratitude, and so grateful for Prayer, Friends, Family, and God.

Not 30 minutes into our drive, Travis called saying Ronald McDonald House said they had a room open up for us. This is a place that is run by volunteers and donations to provide a room, a common kitchen, laundry, bath, etc. for families with children in the hospital. For $10/night. I had just made reservations at $116 for a hotel, not a mile away from the hospital, that should have been fine, but was something I was not planning on keeping each night. Now I know I can go back to a room and shower, keep extra things locked away, and make myself some meals without having to worry about paying a hotel bill.

When we arrived, we were offered a full turkey dinner (mashed potatoes, stuffing, salad, gravy, raw veggie platter, cookies and brownies). We ate our fill and were then checked in. Apparently, this is a more self-serve sleeping place and normally they leave the bed linens folded on the bed for the family to make when they arrive. Well, we'd had some college boys who were volunteering that had actually made the beds! Rather impressive, and so very kind since we didn't get into our room until nearly 9pm. I let Megan stay up and we ate popcorn, snacked on some other treats somebody had left outside our door, and watched movie.

Check in was uneventful, until it was time for Megan to head back for the surgery. She was crying, and very upset. I know part of that was because she was up so late last night. Another part because she's in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people, going in to something she knows is supposed to be scary.

Now, I'm sitting in the waiting room, wishing I had my cup of steamed milk and homemade wheat bread with fresh-ground peanut butter (instead I spent $5 on a cup of semi-warm, sickly sweet soy milk cocoa, ugh), and trying not to chew my fingernails as I wait semi-patiently for the doctor to come out and tell me that everything went perfectly.

I also found out that, although Veronica did rather well last night, Miranda woke up nearly every hour. Huh? No, I didn't get their names mixed up. My two-year-old has felt my going to Indy very acutely, and has not be pacified that Nanaunt was there for her. Miranda really, really wanted to come to Indy with me. Hopefully tonight will be better, and she'll settle in with Nanaunt and have a lot of fun with her.

Oh, and because I had the car with the tell-tale bike rack, the seminary students didn't know that the teacher (Travis) was waiting for them in the classroom. Many of them waited in the parking lot for 15-20 min until finally coming in to check things out. One student, at least, headed home because he thought nobody was there. I did tell them they were having a sub! I even told them it was Travis. Hopefully tomorrow they'll all show up!

I'll update the blog again as soon as I can. Hopefully shortly after we get Megan into her room and settled. Here's hoping it's all good news.