BY AMANDA BJERGAARD COREY
“It just happened to work out that Dr. Billings was at the hospital and so was Dr. Carver, the neonatologist. He was born 21 minutes later. They said 15 minutes later and I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you, so the fact that the doctors were both there was just amazing. It was incredible how everything fell into place” said Tracy.
It was discovered that Tracy’s placenta - the organ that supplies oxygen and nutrients to the baby - had ruptured, leaving Ronin without oxygen.
What they didn’t know was for how long, which would determine the extent of injury to his brain.
The newborn was immediately flown to Sanford Children’s Hospital in Fargo, where they used cold cap therapy to minimize the damage he suffered.
“The goal was to keep his brain cold and his body warm,” says Tracy.
While Ronin was brought to Fargo, Tracy had her own difficulties, “I lost a lot of blood and so I wasn’t discharged until September 9, that was when I got to see him again.”
Billy left for Fargo to be with their son the day he was born.
While in Fargo, Ronin’s condition gradually improved. He suffered seizures and a brain clot, both of which he received medication for, but the biggest question was still unknown: how would the lack of oxygen affect Ronin going forward?
A scan was done which showed damage all around the outside of his brain.
“They can’t tell us what may be affected, since there wasn’t just one part of his brain affected,” explains Tracy.
While in Fargo, Tracy and Billy stayed at the Ronald McDonald House, who supplied them with not only a place to stay, but gift cards for gas and food, “We left so fast that we didn’t have anything with us and their help was really great.”
Ronin was discharged on Sept. 25, 18 days after his birth.
The little miracle is still on seizure medications which Dr. Carver will allow him to be off of once Ronin outgrows his dosage.
Along with the seizure medications is a daily shot of blood thinners because of the clot in his brain. The damage to his brain is still mostly unknown and will need to be determined as he grows.
As for now, Ronin is a healthy, happy, normal newborn and considering the odds that were placed against him, it’s nothing short of a miracle.
“We have a lot to be thankful for,” said Tracy.
By Mary Kilen
Mountrail County Promoter, Stanley, ND
Anderson brings years of experience with him having worked for North Central Human Services for 15 years working with clients with mental illness and specializing in cases dealing with homelessness and people with addictions. Eight years ago he also took on the position of Ombudsman working with Adult Protection in Regions 1 and 2.
Vulnerable Adult Protective Services helps those who are often unable to help themselves. Beyond concerns of physical abuse, it can also mean helping a vulnerable adult who is being financially abused or one who is unable to take care of themselves and at risk of harm. It can be abuse, neglect or exploitation of a vulnerable adult. That neglect can be described as by a caretaker or self neglect.
Anderson, who started officially on November 1, has already started work on nine cases throughout the region. The process starts when he receives the call. He will speak with the person making the call for information about the person they are concerned about and then will conduct a field visit in person. That allows him to assess where the client is and what services are needed. Sometimes it is about making that person aware of what resources are available. In the cases of neglect or exploitation, further steps can include the legal process which may include charges, appointment of guardianship or assigning a power of attorney.
A vulnerable adult is described as a client age eighteen and older, with the exception applied if the person is under 18 but has been emancipated and married.
Developmentally disabled persons are handled through a separate advocacy system. Residents in nursing homes are also covered through programs like the Ombudsman program.
Anderson says that financial concerns for vulnerable adults are a concern, especially in oil country. He has heard of calls for aggressive fundraising and more. It is not just a family member that is taking care of these adults. He had one case report of an elderly person in their 80s living alone, but with a limited ability to do things on their own. Someone befriended them, moved in and started dwindling the resources of this individual. These are the vulnerable ones that need help.
He says that he may encounter some problems helping clients, though, as he can find that when he makes the field visit, the person is unwilling to help with the complaint. That can tie the hands of investigators. It is important to be able to prove the abuse and that takes research to get their information organized for that first contact.
As he settles into the job, Anderson is busy meeting with the county States Attorneys and Social Services offices in the seven county region. That is in addition to handling the client base that comes in through referrals. Anderson does not serve clients on the reservation because he does not have jurisdiction. He says that the contract specifically separates the entities.
Anyone with questions about that distinction could contact, Michelle Gayette, the supervisor of the grant funding at 328-4613.
If you believe you know of a case of abuse of a vulnerable adult, you are asked to call either Mountrail County Social Services at 628-2925, or you can call 629-5393.
After hours you can call and leave a message on the Social Services number. If you believe a person is in imminent danger, you should always call law enforcement first and then contact Social Services.
Generally I’m fairly indifferent when it comes to my reaction to the various advertising photos used in stores to depict how wildly wonderful the product being peddled supposedly is. People, mostly beautiful well groomed people, grinning like idiots as they gaze, awestruck, at the latest device meant to distract us from the boring world passing us by.
The picture is supposed to make us think, “If I buy that thing, I too can grin like an idiot and be seen as beautiful and well groomed by all the people I won’t have to interact with while I’m staring mindlessly at a piece of plastic that will be in a landfill in some third world country before the bananas on my kitchen counter go bad.”
A picture is worth a thousand words, which is fortunate, because nobody wants to be forced to read a thousand words anymore.
I like pictures, pictures transport us to places we may never go and back to places we would like to go again.
The reaction of one person to a photo is most likely not going to be the same reaction shared by absolutely everyone so I’m not sure what process a photo ad goes through before the powers to be deem it display floor worthy.
I was forced to venture into BestBuy recently with a friend who was in search of a gadget of some sort.
BestBuy and I have a sorted past which has left our relationship a bit rocky so I don’t frequent its dazzling, buzzing, blinking electronic world much.
As my buddy discussed his product of interest with a sales associate, I wandered around aimlessly in awe of how much absolute crap was being peddled in this store.
Then I saw it.
The photo advertisement that said a thousand or so words to me…none of them good or printable in a paper my grandma is going to be reading.
It was a picture of lovely well groomed family of four clad in L.L. Beanish type apparel sitting around a campfire with the family tent standing in the background. Mom and daughter each have fluffy white marshmallows on a stick poised over the fire, Dad is sitting back with a mug of hot coffee clasped between his hands, and the boy…the boy is in the middle holding an iPad.
He’s holding an iPad and the whole beautiful well groomed gang, Ma, Pa, and Little Sister, are grinning like idiots as they all stare at whatever gem of humanity is being displayed on the magical rectangle held in the boy’s clutches.
It is a sad, sad sort of affairs when a crackling, dancing campfire in the wilderness is upstaged by an electronic device.
In an effort to soothe and distract me, my mind played out a lovely scenario of what followed minutes after the camera captured the atrocity in front of me.
The fluffy white marshmallows teetering unattended and ignored by Mom and Little Sister burst into flames. Little Sister screams and begins wildly waving her flaming marshmallow around and it flies off the stick landing on the sleeve of the boy’s L.L. Bean fleece jacket.
The fleece jacket, which was not properly inspected during manufacturing, is found to be highly flammable and the sleeve is immediately engulfed in a marshmallow fueled inferno.
Mother, whose marshmallow is also ablaze, jumps up to save her precious boy and her marshmallow flies off her stick and lands on the tent which begins to simmer at the same rate as the fleece.
Dear Old Dad jumps up, spills his piping hot coffee on his crotch, keels over from the searing pain and lands on his son, snuffing the fleece fire out and knocking the iPad into the fire rendering it a very high priced shrinky dink.
Campfires get angry when their ignored.
You should always be diligently wary of siblings with flaming marshmallows, and surprisingly the warranty they sold you doesn’t cover “that”…or most likely anything else that could conceivably go wrong with your purchase.
Keep your head on a swivel…the holiday season is upon us.