When I was a kid my mom would pretty much sit with me in the hospital 24/7. I appreciated that at the time because hospitals were still pretty scary to me back then.
First time I got hospitalized in college, I went in alone (didn’t really have friends yet) and was texting my mom the whole time, who was 4 hours away. After a little while she decided to stop texting me and hit the road and she arrived late in the night. Some might think this helicopter parent-ish or something but I appreciated it. I was still young enough that I was scared and wanted my mom.
Second time I got hospitalized in college, I had a boyfriend by that point who was with me there, and my mom felt safe leaving me in his care, which was fine.
The third time, I was thoughtful enough to have my crisis while home on break, so my parents didn’t have to drive :P
My most recent hospitalization, my parents I’m sure would have felt comfortable leaving me in my boyfriend’s care, except that it ended up devolving into a emergency surgery situation and they wanted to see me for their own peace of mind. Problem is they are now a 10 hour drive away. They hit the road at MIDNIGHT because that’s when this shit was going down. They arrived a few hours after I was out of surgery and didn’t stay for long. I can hardly remember seeing them. But they needed to see me in that situation. They are good parents. In case that isn’t obvious yet. My dad was the one who noticed that my pain pump was fucked up and all the medication was going onto the ground instead of into me. I appreciated THAT quite a lot.
My boyfriend was with me pretty much constantly during this, at the beginning. He took a few days off of work. When my parents arrived, he went home to “take a nap” and accidentally slept for like 16 hours because he’d been awake for so long. Once it was obvious I wasn’t about to keel over on him at any moment, he went back to work, but he still came back to the hospital every evening to see me. My best friend also visited twice, and a work buddy planned to come but then he got a cold and didn’t want to kill me so he stayed away. I had some Fluther buddies messaging me a bunch too, which helped more than I think they realized. All of the visitation was great, I’m normally much more bored and grumpy in the hospital than I was that time around.