Hey, everyone. When I learned a day ago that Ronald McDonald House Charities was celebrating their 50th anniversary, I wanted to pivot for a moment and share what an impact they have had on our lives. I can't rave enough about what a wonderful organization RMHC is.
On September 7th, 2001, Chloë was born nearly a month early. I'd made this carefully typed-out, lovely little birth plan that included no pain meds, no epidural - you know, as little intervention as possible. What we got was nearly 180º from that.
(You can skip this part and go right to the 2nd picture of Chloë if you just want to get the RMHC part, already! I know I'm not succinct.)
The pregnancy and L&D were fraught with complications. I had hyperemesis gravidarum throughout the 8 months, so no 2nd trimester rest from the all-day morning sickness for me! My test results showed Chloë had a high risk of having Down Syndrome, but I was fervently faithful in my just knowing that she did not, and I refused the amniocentesis as well as that test in my future pregnancies. And I had severe polyhydramnios (tons of extra amniotic fluid).
In order to figure out the reason for the fluid, we were sent three hours west, from Panama City, Florida, to Pensacola, Florida, where they had higher level ultrasound capabilities to do better measurements and get their answers. However, at probably about a third of the way there if memory serves, I had a contraction. Only I didn't know that's what it was, because it never stopped on that entire BUMPY road to Pensacola. When we finally got there, I was breathless, sweaty, and in serious pain.
Poor Rob.
When we finally got to where we were supposed to be, apparently my blood pressure was so high, someone there said I was about to "stroke out." That's when I learned I had severe pre-eclampsia. They suspected a possible placental abruption, and that searing pain was just one protracted contraction that didn't stop the whole way. When they broke the amniotic sac, everyone in that room got splashed - including Rob up by my head, and they were all laughing. I remembering hearing, "Bring more towels!"
And then, the doctor - or rather, 17 of them, it seemed like - detected that there was now a complicated presentation brought on by that tremendous flood of fluid. Into the d@mn OR for a Caesarean section we went, tearing up that whole birth plan as we went.
So, anyway, Chloë had a ton of problems of her own. During the C-section, she dipped her head backwards and aspirated fluid (ew, we know), and she wasn't keeping and formula down (I wasn't making milk yet and it would have had to be dumped then anyway, because I was on MgSO4 for the pre-eclampsia.).
Four days after she was born, we had to leave the hospital - and Chloë - behind, all the while watching the 9/11 news going down. There were no cell phones in our pockets back then to alert friends and family about what was going on with the baby, or for Rob to ask about having to come off paternity leave, or for us to check with our pet sitter to see how that was going. (It wasn't.)
I didn't know what we were going to do, or where we were going to go. One of the nurses told Rob there was a RMH just off the hospital property, and she helped him apply for us to stay there. Thankfully, the Ronald McDonald House in Pensacola accepted us.
As Chloë went through problem after problem in the NICU, we settled into the RMH. They gave us several gift cards for the pay phones (we were soooo thankful for those) so we could finally notify our loved ones. There were plenty of laundry detergent and fabric softener sheets in the laundry room, plus toiletries, free for us to have and use. There was tons of food in the kitchen that was fair game, plus different people or groups would bring in meals for the residents sometimes. Also, there were plenty of large kitchen appliances so the residents could store their foods and cook without getting each others' way.
The living room area had a large TV (at the time tuned to all the 9/11 news), many books, and lots of games - both board and electronic. All of the residents had their own rooms, with plenty of comfortable pillows, blankets, and for me, my giant teddy bear. And after 10 days, when Chloë was finally discharged, they had a bassinet to keep her at my beside. (I was finally nursing her and pumping!) When we leaving the next day, to settle up, it was on a "pay what you can" agreement.
All this to say, staying at the RMH in Pensacola, Florida, was an extremely humbling experience that brought both of us to tears several times. They were so giving, so kind - the then-director even came out to Panama City to attend Chloë's first birthday party!
So, whenever we've had a chance to give back to the Ronald McDonald House, we do what we can. The first year after we stayed there, we bought their hats. Another year, I think it was pins. When we lived in Boise, Idaho, a Ronald McDonald House was right downtown, near the hospital where I practically lived. So we stored up our bottle caps and brought them down to the RMH to dump them in their huge buckets. And I used to be known, before all my chronic illness sh-- started, as a big-time couponer, so when I could, we donated all kinds of toiletries, cleaning products, and laundry products. Obviously, telling this to the entire world drops me down many pegs on the altruism scale, but that wasn't my goal. Rather, I just wanted to let you know about a great organization that's worth supporting.
An easy way to help the Ronald McDonald House Charities is to select "NATIONAL RMHC DONATION" from the McD's app, or just round-up your orders in the drive-thru or at the counter. As I've always said, every little bit helps!
(Or, you can just donate here.)
♥ If you read all this, whether you donate or not,
thank you from the bottom of my heart. ♥
Fin.
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