We’re settling back in after our Memorial Day Weekend excursion. The big kids are now in their last two weeks of school and readily reminding us of it. Rudy had a visit with our local cardiologist this week who feels it would be wise to schedule the Glenn sooner rather than later. As Rudy’s scheduled for a heart cath on June 3rd, he even went as far to inquire whether we just wanted to get admitted right then for the surgery. Kind of sobering how close we are to the next round already. Our preference would be to bring the school year to an end for the big kids without another Rudy episode–let alone we’d really like to have our dedication celebration before the next round. This will hopefully be the game plan. As it stands now, there’s not an urgency to the degree that a week or two would make a drastic difference but if the cath tells us something else then we’ll respond accordingly.
So for now, we’re going ahead with plans to celebrate Rudy on June 12th, 6:30pm and hope that everyone in and around SB (or beyond) will come and join us. We envisioned having a bit more room to schedule this as a homecoming and end to the first chapter of the journey, but with the second close at hand, it seems even more timely to gather friends and family together to send Rudy off. We’ve created an Evite page with information and to give us some idea of who’s coming. If you’re reading this, you’re invited to come and to spread the word.
We’ve been off-line for a few days and are eager to get back on to tell you about a few “firsts” for Rudy. After careful consideration and preparation, Rolf and I decided to attempt a little family roadtrip to Pine Valley, CA (just outside San Diego). Our dear friends, Grace and Marlin (Rudy’s godparents), were marrying off their son Josh (of whom I have very vivid memories toddling around in diapers, I might add). We wanted to be there so bad as it would mean so much to us and the kids to join in celebrating Josh and Emily in person. We went back and forth on the decision but by Thursday morning Rudy was looking good and we figured if he didn’t tolerate the drive or he wasn’t looking comfortable, we’d just turn around and come home. San Diego has a good Children’s Hospital nearby so we knew we could get help if we needed it. As it turned out, Rudy did GREAT!!! Our six-hour trip landed us in Pine Valley around 1am Friday morning. Thanks to the generosity of some friends of Grace and Marlin, we borrowed a mobile home that was conveniently parked right next to their house so we settled in, went to bed and enjoyed falling asleep to the sounds of rural California. So, Thursday marked Rudy’s first “roadtrip” that didn’t involve UCLA as it’s destination. Friday marked Rudy’s first wedding. We were able to help with last minute preparations a little bit on Friday morning before the 2pm ceremony. It was fun to watch Grace and Marlin navigate seemingly effortlessly the many details of the day, to visit with their family from Canada who I haven’t seen in almost 20 years (!) and to introduce Rudy to many friends in our San Diego circle who have been praying for him so faithfully. As you can see from the picture below, Josh and Emily were glowing…a confident young couple we are proud to know and were thrilled to celebrate. Rolf and I found the escape from the daily routine and telephones very refreshing and it was good for the soul to be together as a family.
We enjoyed the VanNortwick’s hospitality one more day and packed up early Sunday morning to make our way home. Rolf was kind enough to record the Indianapolis 500 for me so we looked forward to tamales in front of the t.v. watching the race as soon as we got home. I found out last week that my friend and neighbor Jannele likes the Indy 500 maybe as much as I do so I avoided making any contact with her as we drove in so I wouldn’t find out any race results! We have a date to watch the race together next year. 🙂 So, Rudy’s big first yesterday was hearing Jim Nabors sing “Back Home Again In Indiana” and watching the start of “the greatest spectacle in racing”- nothing could be better. Rudy dozed off pretty quick as did Rolf and I at about lap #160 but Max dutifully woke us up with only 3 laps to go to see Helio cross the finish line for his third Indy win!!!! Rudy missed the big finish but I think he liked all the excitement nestled snuggly in his little port-a-crib set up in our living room. Good times…good times.
We’ve been wanting to have a dedication/celebration/homecoming for Rudy ever since his first discharge from UCLA. We even had a date scheduled in May until his unplanned re-admittance. As unpredictable as life is on the Rudycoaster, we’re going to give it a try.
Perhaps a more formal or fancy invite will come together via the web or other media, but for now please save the date:
JUNE 12th, 6:30pm
Santa Barbara Community Church
1002 Cieneguitas Rd., Santa Barbara, CA 93110
On-site reception to follow.
As so many people have embraced our family and have been praying for Rudy, we’d love to gather together, celebrate him and pray for the twists and turns yet to come. I hope any and all who feel so led will join us. As best we could, we checked this date with Rudy and he seemed amenable, so here’s hoping he doesn’t get fickle and make his own plans. We’re expecting to do the cath during the first week of June so we’re hoping to have this celebration before we embark on the Glenn.
Looking forward to celebrating God’s faithfulness to our family!
Rudy gave me quite a start this morning as I was going through the morning routine of meds, suction and breathing treatments. On coming back to his crib at one point, I noticed his trach was at a very peculiar angle off to the side. It took a bit to figure it out, but his little wimpers made it clear that he was no longer breathing through the trach. Perhaps in his displeasure over the morning routine, he managed to undo the velcro on his trach ties and pulled the thing just about all the way out. All things considered, we stayed pretty calm–but Trish sure got up quickly and popped the thing back in there while I held him still. People often note that we’re not easily rattled by some of the things our kids attempt (climbing to the very tops of trees, skateboard ramps or jumping off the roof into the pool) but I’d prefer Rudy not attempt a stunt like that again until the doctors say it’s time for that trach to come out.
Followers of Rudy’s Beat often ask us how the Mannings are doing. They have been on our hearts this week as Tuesday would have been Katie’s first birthday. I recommend you click over to their blog and read Alan’s post this week. Though we certainly regret the circumstances in our families that brought us together, we sure are glad for such friends.
Just thought I should post something to follow up my birthday. Had a fun day turning older and appreciate all of the pleasant greetings via the internet and other channels. This experience with Rudy has taught us to savor the simple things and I think that’s what I liked the most about my day, starting with the happy hugs from the kids as we stumbled around the house waking up. We made sure we had extra time so we could walk to school–a more common ritual from back in the days before Rudy came.
The office was fun–Trish snuck down with some cupcakes and the team along with most of the guys in the recovery program paraded into my office about 30 strong to sing “Happy Birthday”. Then Trish treated me to lunch out at one of our favorites (Shoreline), where you can sit just off the sand, look at the ocean and think of all kinds of reasons not to go back to work. Best perk was learning that Trish didn’t treat me after all–the waitress informed us that our bill “had been taken care of”. (dining in the same place as Terry Foil would appear to have favorable outcomes! Thanks, Terry!) It’s been a beautiful week and I usually find the kids out in the pool when I get home, so I enjoyed watching them have a good time before we had dinner and I got to open my presents. After 7 months of tag-team parenting, the simple fun of being altogether hasn’t faded yet.
My birthday fun continued today as, in addition to the other gifts, I had my eye out for a stand up paddle board (much better on the back than my kayak). Found a sweet deal on craigslist this morning and snatched it up on my way home. I couldn’t resist putting it in the pool with the kids and had fun even with the limited turning radius of a 12 ft board in an 18ft-wide pool. Got me hankering for the open ocean just 3 blocks from my office. My next challenge will be to keep the people at work from noticing how many “off-site appointments” I have on windless sunny days.
Deep down, I think Rudy enjoyed my birthday too. Since coming home from the hospital, he’s been very peaceful and seems to be progressively much more observant. It turns out he has facial expressions that don’t always include a furrowed brow. Quite often he has his eyes wide open and is looking around at all the new things there are to see. This morning, I put him in his bouncy chair down by the window so he could look up at the bird feeder and the roses in the back yard–a much more interesting view than the ceiling of his ICU room. He seemed really engaged with it.
Today’s accomplishment was getting a bunch of prescriptions filled. Funny how complex things like heart caths and OR procedures get done with very little effort on our part, but then what would seem to be a relatively straightforward prescription refill can take four trips to the pharmacy and multiple calls to insurance carriers. The upside is we now seem to have located a pharmacy with great service and awareness of Rudy’s needs. The down side is that I don’t always have a longshoreman nearby to translate some of the angry words my wife uses as they fall upon my chaste ears.
We realize that having Rudy home means we aren’t able to post as regularly. As some have commented that no news often makes them fear that something is amiss, I think it’s safer to assume the opposite. If an emergency arises, we tend to post quickly so that readers can be informed and pray. Otherwise, know that we’re just living out the fullness of life with Rudy at home. Having any newborn at home takes some attention and in Rudy’s case it’s safe to say there’s a bit more detail to attend to. Hopefully, we’ll give you more of a sense of that in future posts, but suffice it to say it’s so much better than having him in the hospital. One thing I do miss is the space for a bit more reflection that came in the hospital, so we were able to give more depth to so many of the feelings and thoughts. Probably made for better reading. Certainly made for better therapy. But thanks for your continued interest and prayers. If we look at the journey with Rudy thusfar, the one thing we can be certain of is that further twists and turns await, but right now it’s 11pm and I’m sitting in absolute quiet with him dozing in the crib next to me. There’s no beeping machines, we’re in our cozy house. This is what babies are supposed to do. Pretty cool.
Actually, from what I understand, this was typical school attire for Rolf growing up in New Jersey!! As you can imagine, he was quite popular…never made fun of! All I can say is “What a STUD!!!”.
The big kid at heart is forty-something, something today and we, in our household, sure are celebrating him…so thankful God made him 40+ years ago and now he’s ours. A Big Happy Birthday to the man I love and the Daddy that is cherished by 4 little lieblings.
I was intending to post about a couple of things today, but that’ll have to wait. Life with Rudy at home has been good. He’s had a busy schedule with four doctor appointments in the last two days–we are so grateful for the attention that’s being paid to him. But more on that later.
I never expected my morning routine to include a roll call of sorts, but essentially that’s what I do when I turn on my computer. I check on a number of kids every morning by going to their blogs and seeing if there are any updates. It often serves as inspiration and encouragement to hear from people who are in similar situations. Unfortunately, there are mornings where it brings tough reminders of the reality we are living in. That’s what met me when I checked on Kayleigh, whose 11-month battle came to an end. I thought hard before sharing the link because this is tough stuff, but her father Adam’s writing is so stirring I haven’t been able to shake it all day. It expands my notion of what walking in faith is all about; trusting God without the assurance of a favorable outcome.
Once again, I am both impressed by the courage parents can summon and deeply regret the circumstances that evince it.
Some of you might have missed this tribute to Trish when it aired on TV, so I figured I’d post a link here. Obviously I’m not the only one who recognizes her brilliance.
While I’m posting, I should say how much I appreciate kind feedback about my poetic gifts, but need to clarify that I didn’t write the poem in yesterday’s post (note the attribution to “author unknown”). While I’m confessing, I should also add that the Mother’s Day wining and dining Trish requested consisted of McD’s for breakfast (but I brought it home so I thinkg I get credit for breakfast in bed) and then In-N-Out for dinner (which got her to change out of her pajamas at 6pm). All told, our bill for the day of dining out was about $44.38 (but you’ll have to ask Trish because she handles the receipts). We lead a charmed life. Call me Captain Suave.