A Room With A View

Well, earlier today, after speaking with our specialist, I learned that I might be able to move upstairs to a more permanent room.  The thought of this made me smile, somewhat, as I had been informed by the wonderful Labor and Delivery nurses that this new room would be better for me mentally as it would offer more access to other women in my current situation.  However, when I arrived in the room, the view was far from desirable. Instead of trees, I had a concrete wall, and a tall one at that. Immediately, panic set in. I  couldn't be stuck in this room for weeks. I would certainly go insane.  I frantically called Ben, crying hysterically, about how trapped I felt, and how I didn't think I could stay here another day.  He got me to calm down, like he always does, but that calmness was short-lived. A few minutes later, I found myself back in the throws of hysteria and pleading with God for something to change.  Suddenly, one of the nurses came in to check on me, and found me red-faced and sobbing.  She told me that they would move to me a room across the hall with a view.  Praise God! He heard my pleas for something to change that would help me better handle the situation.

Now, thanks to God and my wonderful nurse, Rada, I have a room looking out on the Atlanta skyline.  Of course, it isn't the star-filled sky I am accustomed too and there is no moon view from my window, but it is a room with a view. And right now, that makes a world of difference.