Several of my online friends have big stories - like a family whose 2 year old was diagnosed with Leukemia, and another whose young teen has had several surgeries related to celiac disease, or a mom whose 4 year old's eyes went crossed for no apparent reason - only to find out she had a severe brain tumour. It's so scary what can happen in a blink of an eye.
For us, our only major hospital experience was shortly after Middle was born.
Yes, yes. He was born in my front hallway. J caught him. The midwives were on their way to the hospital - which is the opposite direction from my house. The paramedics and midwives showed up about 20 mins later. The birth itself was fine. He was healthy, pink, and looking good. He was tiny - 5lbs 9oz, which isn't all that surprising considering he was almost a month early.
The thing is, I was more nervous with him than when I'd had Big. You know that joke of a new mom and a mirror to make sure that baby is breathing? That was me with Middle for the first few days. I would always touch him when he was sleeping in his bassinet. Something made me very anxious. He would always gasp for air when I'd touch him too. But it wasn't until he was 2 days old and the midwives came back for the PKU blood test that we realized something wasn't right. He stopped breathing and went a horrible shade of grey. He matched his little grey hat. I had him up on my shoulder and the midwife noticed it first. She grabbed him and started frantically rubbing his back. He let out a gasp and then freaked out.
We had a long discussion about our choices at that point. Thankfully my parents were there and offered to stay with Big while we packed up our brand new baby and headed off to the ER.
The next 2 weeks were horrible, slow-motion, stress-filled weeks of tests, incubators, milk-pumping, crying, tests and medications, and all the trauma that comes with having a baby in the NICU. He kept forgetting to breathe, or maybe he was holding his breath for more attention - either way, it was concerning. They never did figure out why.
Today, though, Middle is an active, happy, loud, chatterbug. He still loves getting attention, but at least these days it's not quite as dramatically.
I was close enough to the hospital he was in that I could drive there every day. Children who are in the hospital need their families. It's vital to them!
For families who have to go through these horrible nightmares with their children on a more increased level, especially for families that have to come from far away with no where to stay, they are so thankful for places like Ronald McDonald Houses.
McDonald’s Canada community involvement efforts are yearlong. Since 2004, the company has raised more than $36 million for Ronald McDonald House Charities® (RMHC) Canada by donating 10 cents from the sale of every Happy Meal. McDonald’s Canada covers all of RMHC’s administrative and operating costs, making it possible for 100 per cent of every directly donated dollar to go to Ronald McDonald Houses and their programs.
RMHC Canada is the national organization that supports Ronald McDonald Houses and Ronald McDonald Family Rooms across the country, which provides families of sick children a home-away-from-home or a place of peace and calm within a hospital.
Ronald McDonald Houses help give sick children what they need most – their families.
On May 2nd, it's McHappy Day. You can help the cause. All you have to do is stop by McDonald's. For every purchase of a BigMac, a Happy Meal, or McCafe beverage, $1 will be donated to local charities like Ronald McDonald House.
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