Countdown to Christmas

Trish, Rudy, Max and Livy made a trip down to UCLA yesterday.  No appointments, no clinics, no emergencies…just a chance to share some love with families who will be spending their Christmas in the CTICU this year.  The memory of our time there two years ago is sacred, profound, and yes, even joyful.  [Remember this, this, and this].  HIPA rules prevent just anyone from waltzing into the ICU to spread holiday cheer, but that’s one door that flies open for Rudy and it was special to see so many of the people who fought so hard for him during his seven months there.  Dr. Robert and Nurse Filma took the little Christmas deliveries and made sure they got delivered to the families of the little fighters on the unit.

Spreading Christmas Cheer in the CTICU

The reality of having a critically ill child is that life can be upended at any moment and can feature unplanned returns to the hospital that aren’t sensitive to holidays.  Given the way Rudy’s journey started, we’re very fortunate that this hasn’t been part of our experience.  Being home at Christmas means we get to experience special days like we did today at the Rescue Mission’s Christmas Feast–another moving effort to embrace people who might be having a difficult Christmas of their own.  Here’s Rudy enjoying the sunshine and supervising/greeting people as they came through the gift line:


Merry Christmas!!

We’re so grateful that it looks like many of our little buddies will be spending Christmas at home, but for those families that are gearing up for a hospital Christmas, I’m re-posting this little Rudy’s Beat tradition.  May God Bless you all, keep you safe, and bring you home soon!


With Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, in the CTICU on 5 East,
A few creatures were stirring, because they never cease;
The fluids were hung by the bedsides with care,
In hopes that all would remain peaceful there;
The children, not “nestled” but comfortable yet,
Saw lots more than sugar-plums thanks to the meds;
Dr. Ryan in his coat, Dr. Andy in clogs,
Kept quiet watch as they checked patient logs;
Far up on the roof there arose quite a clatter,
But they wouldn’t have heard what was the matter.
Nurse Susan at her station would not have noticed,
Her attention on Rudy was lovingly focused.

The flat helipad with its lights flashing on top,
Made landing much easier than most other stops,
The touchdown was simple, but the rest was quite hard,
For patients and visitors with no proxy card,
But this one was different and he knew some tricks,
The card readers and elevators were no match for St. Nick.
He stuffed his sack fuller than he ever had yet,
For scores below worried that he might forget;

To the 5th Floor through the stairwell he came with a bound,
Right through the alarmed door with nary a sound.
Yes, dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
But he cleaned himself up because they don’t allow soot.
Into the PICU he walked without ringing,
Quietly as the pumps and the vents did their singing.
His eyes kept on twinkling; his dimples still merry,
But tender concern showed behind that nose like a cherry.
While the nurses’ attention was never averted,
Somehow he slipped into each room unobserved,

He’d given up the pipe as he’s now much the wiser,
And at each door he carefully lathered with the sanitizer.
The belly like jelly still shook only slightly,
As he kept his voice quiet and laughed only lightly;
That wink of his eye and the twist of his head,
Assured the small patients they had nothing to dread;
He spoke soothing words along with his work,
Being careful to turn with nary a jerk,
After carefully laying what he’d brought on the bed,
He’d give a small whisper and a pat on the head;
Without any rush he went door to door,
Making sure he missed no one on the entire floor;

He returned to his sleigh and offered a prayer,
That these little ones wouldn’t be much longer in there,
As he prepared to alight from this special stop,
The children were assured he hadn’t forgot.
So he loudly exclaimed as he drove up into the air,
“Be home next Christmas, and I’ll see you there.”

7 thoughts on “Countdown to Christmas

  1. Merrry, Merry
    Christmas to All; another member of our family will share in the special Rudy’s Heart gift tomorrow…..blessings to All, Nick’s Grandma

  2. A very Merry and Blessed Santa Barbara Christmas to one and all! So sorry to have missed you, so glad you were down for only a short, thoughtful visit.

  3. Dear God, Please continue to bless my sweethearts in Santa Barbara/Goleta. Thank you for protecting them during the deluge of rain on the coastal states these past few days. Thank you for the generous servants of You that they continue to be. Thank you for giving Rudy another Christmas and that he brings so much joy to all who know of his struggle. My fervent prayer, Lord, is that some more of your miracles will give him a long life. Please protect the health of Rolf and Trish as they try so hard to bring happiness and hope to others
    among CTICU patients at UCLA, the addicted heroes who are helped through the Santa Barbara Rescue Mission program and graduate to restored health and lives lived because of Your grace. Among all of the hustle and bustle of this holiday season, Lord, we know You are the reason for this Christmas season. Happy Birthday, Jesus, and Merry Christmas to all of you dear hearts who join me in prayer for my daugfhter, Trish, her husband, Rolf, and their loving and caring children: Wilson, Max, and Olivia and happy, content Rudy.

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