Rudy’s big brother turned 10 years old just a few minutes ago…when I merged onto the 405 as I headed back to UCLA this evening, I couldn’t help but think about our rather tense ride on the 405 ten years ago when I was in labor on our way to the old UCLA Medical Center. I remember so vividly being stuck in rush hour traffic and nervously reassuring Wilson that Mommy was okay in between contractions, Rolf calmly checking his watch but secretly fearing we’d have to nickname our baby “405”, the precious elderly man in the ER who, after watching me white-knuckle it in the chair next to him, graciously let me “check-in” before his wife who was having chest pains (!), and the well-intentioned nurse who didn’t believe me when I told her the baby was on it’s way… boy, was she surprised to see Max’s head when she lifted up the sheet! What a crazy, fun night that was! It’s all still so fresh in my mind it’s hard to believe it was 10 years ago. Max has eagerly awaited life in the double-digits…10 years down and, if he follows in the footsteps of the man after whom he is named, he’ll have 90 more. May it be so!!! Happy Birthday Max…I’m so thankful for you. You’ve brought a passion for all things active and an infectious joy into the life of our family and I love you!
Things are calm in Rudy’s room tonight…he was fast asleep and in the middle of a sprint off the vent when I arrived. He’s on the vent for the night now and will start back up with one-hour sprint exercises in the morning. I’m anxious to touch base with the doctors in the morning. Hopefully, I’ll have more information tomorrow regarding a game plan for this week. For now, though, I’m hoping all our little monkeys get a restful night’s sleep…both here and in Santa Barbara 🙂
Blessings to you and yours as well!