The phone rang at 7:30 this morning.
"GOOD morning!" I said.
The voice on the other end didn't sound so good.
Turns out my sweet little nephew needed a bed in the PICU, and Dartmouth was full.
SO, Boston became the next best option.
"If you're going to be sick, THANK you for choosing a hospital in MY neck of the woods!"
We saw the girls to the school bus, and we packed up for a day in the city.
Which, of course, meant a ride on the TRAIN!
AND--the next best mode of transport: the ESCALATOR!
This baby's FIVE stories high.
(We parked on the roof)
The little patient was resting comfortably when we arrived
so cartoons were pretty great on a personal-sized TV...
Just as good as visiting a cousin in the city, is the train ride back to the country.
Get Well SOON little buddy!