There is a long, often empty, hallway at the Children’s Hospital, between the patient room elevators and the cafeteria. I think halfway down that hallway gives parents just enough distance from their child’s hospital room, for reality and tears to kick in.
I haven’t gotten upset in front of Ryan, and I think I have been holding things together pretty well, but I have my moments. I was walking down that hallway late the other night and I just burst into tears. This morning, I was walking down that same hallway and saw another mother in tears. I think that stretch of the hospital must see a lot of tears.