Hail, Cesar!

We were so excited to see the wait for a donor heart come to an end last week for Cesar.  As he battles back after his transplant in the room next door, having learned the hard way that In-N-Out and Burger King might not be the best in post-op nutrition, here’s more of his story:

There’s a regular shuffling of the chairs between rooms here in the CTICU.  If we find ourselves short, I check through vacant rooms to see what I can find. The nurses tend to be concerned for our comfort and often lead the search for a nice rocker or recliner if we look like we need it.  While our stay is approaching a length to where we feel enough ownership over this room that we might repaint it, there’s no dibs on the furniture and if the nurses need it, they have no problem coming for it.

I remember coming in one morning the week before Halloween to find that all of our chairs had been cleaned out.  As I set off on my quest, a nurse explained that several family members of the newly arrived patient next door had spent the night and needed lots of chairs.

Introductions between neighbors in the ICU tend to be slow in coming.  Most families come in shocked and are so focused on what’s going on with their child that there really isn’t much attention left to be paid to meeting the neighbors.  Many kids are only in the unit for 2-3 days until they’re stable enough to be moved to the floor, so it usually takes seeing the same faces for about five days before one gets introduced and acquainted. 

 

For about that long, I noticed a steady stream of people coming and going from the room next door.  Walking by, I caught glimpses of the tall kid laid out on the bed with the usual tubes and hoses.  Like most patients, he came in here in pretty rough shape but after a few days I noticed his eyes would be open and he’d be holding court with nurses, doctors or the guests that always seemed to be visiting.

 

Our formal introduction came on Halloween, when Cesar came rolling down the hallway in his full Batman costume pushed by Liz, his older sister, as he wasn’t going to miss out on the festivities.  That evening, I think there were close to a dozen people in his room watching videos and playing video games (Cesar came prepared with his own Playstation).  While Rudy wouldn’t know Halloween from any other day, we were missing our kids a great deal that night so there was something comforting in seeing family and friends making sure that our neighbor wasn’t going to miss out on a memorable holiday just because he was in the CTICU.  We stopped by as we left sometime after 11pm and were met with expressions that said, “What, you’re leaving already?”  Cesar declared that there would be pizza arriving shortly, but since he stopped short of an edict, we begged off and got some sleep.

 

In the days following, Cesar went for walks about twice a day and always made a point of stopping in.  We, in turn, stopped by his room a couple times a day.  Through this, we learned that Cesar was also born with Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome, went through the Norwood operations and then needed a heart transplant at age 12.  He was back in the hospital because he was rejecting this heart and was going to need a second transplant.  In learning his kinship with our son, Cesar visited Rudy’s bedside, looked him over and with the authority that comes from experience said, “Rudy’s gonna do really well.  I just know it.”

 

I suppose it’s natural to lament one’s own circumstances, but life in the ICU shows us that there are different flavors of agony and I often walk away from conversations feeling deeply for what people have to face and thanking God for what we’ve been spared.  For Cesar and his family, the burden was an angst-laden waiting game.  On the one hand, they would have as little as five hours notice before surgery; on the other, the wait could be as long as six months for a donor heart to come available.  However long it took, Cesar was going to be in the hospital until a match was found.

 

In order to survive extended stays in the ICU one is wise to learn from the example of others, so we are so grateful for Cesar and his family.  Enrique and Maria amaze us in their ability to extend themselves in maintaining work and family.  While Santa Ana is within the LA area, there are likely times where traffic makes the drive about as long as the one from Santa Barbara; yet they are here almost every evening, even if it means driving in late after work for just a couple hours to be with their son.  His older sisters, Angie and Liz, are blessed with looks and charm that most likely keep their dance cards full, but they’ve taken an inordinate number of shifts at his bedside keeping him company.  While we don’t like for Rudy to be alone here, it seems even more pressing for kids who are more cognizant of their surroundings.  So I am amazed at the lengths they go to in making sure Cesar has company.

 

But most moving is Cesar himself, who goes beyond simply having a positive attitude to embodying a defiant joy.  He’s quick with a welcoming wave through the window.  Even though his walks down the hallway are slow and require a nurse to push his IV stand and keep an eye on all the lines, my attention is diverted to the huge “Crusty the Clown” slippers on his feet that make the whole scene evoke laughter more than pain.  As much as he might drag his feet on some of the assignments he’s had, he’s excited about getting back to school.  I’m not sure he has the green light from his parents, but he speaks of getting a Husky puppy when he’s back home and is threatening to name it after one of the doctors.

 

Make no bones about it, the ICU is a scary place where kids and parents are faced with circumstances that are the stuff of nightmares.  To be here is to take up a battle position and wage war against the opponent.  We take on any sort of demeanor in such a showdown; we can get angry, hostile, fearful or overconfident as we fight against that which scares us.  But leave it to a teenager like Cesar to be the most rebellious.  He demonstrates the greatest defiance in laughing before the foe, fully aware of it’s might but unwilling to let it steal his joy.

 

All hail, Cesar—our conquering hero!

 

Cesar and Enrique visiting Rudy
Cesar and Enrique visiting Rudy
How come we never see Cesar and Batman at the same time?
How come we never see Cesar and Batman at the same time?

We Will WIN this Waiting Game!

Well,  Rolf and I made the switch-a-roo and I’m back with Rudy at UCLA.  Rolf didn’t get home until after 11pm last night and then got off to an early start at work this morning; I left for LA as soon as the kids went off to school so we were kind of like two ships passing in the night but, hopefully, future exchanges won’t be so quick in nature.  It will take some time to adjust to this new “commuting” routine as Rolf and I take shifts between Rudy and home but, it seems, time is the one definitive factor in this scenerio of which we have an abundance!

Rudy spent today sleeping and recovering from yesterday’s surgery.  He is pretty wiped out…opening his heavy eyes periodically only to close them seconds later.  That’s okay, though!  As much as I’d love to be reassured by his big, bright, lively eyes, I’m grateful he is able to rest comfortably.  Everyone I’ve talked to today has said the same thing…what Rudy needs now is TIME.  He needs a couple of days to see a reduction in and eventually elimination of the fluid draining from his chest, he needs big doses of nutrition into his gut and then time for his muscles and body in general to strengthen, he needs a week to 10 days to see possible extubation from the ventilator and then, ultimately, he needs alot of time to learn to feed without a feeding tube!  Of course, the big risk for Rudy right now is infection and the longer it takes him to reach all these milestones, the greater the risk of infection and setbacks.  A tricky balance continues but I’m confident that no matter how weary we may get as we wait, we will win this one!!!!  A few weeks ago I prayed we’d be home by Thanksgiving, now I’m wondering if bringing Rudy home by Christmas is even realistic!  It’s so hard to know so we step back, regroup, readjust expectations and continue to take it ONE DAY AT A TIME!  Thank you for waiting along with us diligently praying!!!!  We can’t thank you enough…

Daddy holds RudyDaddy’s turn to hold Rudy!!

Standby

standbyAs exciting as it was to see the ventilator removed and set on “Standby”, it turns out we’re standing by in a larger sense right now.  As they got Rudy extubated, Dr. Rick took time for a good listen and did not feel that Rudy was getting enough air to breath with out the machine.  Before they re-intubated, they called for an ultrasound which showed that his lungs are functioning as they should but the left diaphragm is not working properly preventing the left lung from getting enough air.  We are waiting for further assessment on the ultrasound film. 

So, another bump and we’re waiting to hear how the team will address this one.  So many things about life are on standby already–what’s a bit more.  It’s disappointing but has given us very helpful information.  It was good to see Rudy’s little unobstructed mouth and in the 30 minutes he had off the ventilator it looks like he was trying to scream, but it appears he’s got a killer sore throat (common among vent patients) and couldn’t vocalize anything.

Look at that pretty mouth! 

Look at that pretty mouth!

 

Here’s Rudy in action–
 
In the capable care of Dr. Rick and Nurse Rosella:
 

On The Move…at 6 weeks old!

Preparing for crib to arrive...
Preparing for crib to arrive...
“Well, we’re movin’ on up (movin’ on up) to the top.  To a deluxe apartment in the sky-y-y”…
Logan’s mommy and I were singing “The Jeffersons” theme song today as we paraded around Rudy’s room waiting for his crib to arrive.  Yes, I said CRIB.  Just minutes before, when I came back from lunch, Nurses Filma and Rosella were busy preparing Rudy and all his lines for a switch to a crib…a big boy bed! 
It was quite a production requiring help from Oscar the RT as the ventilator needed to be turned off completely for a minute or two during the transfer.  Soon Nurse Filma lifted Rudy up, the bassinet was wheeled out, the crib was wheeled in and Rudy was chillin’ in a new       comfy bed.  An indication that he is “on the move”.
Today was Rudy’s 6-week birthday and he celebrated by successfully completing 2 four-hour sprints.  They started him off on a three-hour sprint early this morning and when he reached 3 hours with relative ease, they let him go for another hour!  Good job Rudy.   3-month old Logan, our CTICU neighbor two doors down and a fellow Santa Barbara-ite, was extubated today and I guess Rudy’s urge to compete kicked in because he excelled during his sprints and the docs think extubation is worth a try tomorrow!!!! 
Bye bye bassinet!
Bye bye bassinet!
This is exciting news!  Dr. Rick described it as a trial extubation to see how the diaphragm will perform.  An ultrasound today determined that the left diaphragm is not functioning as well as the right and tomorrows attempt will help determine why and whether or not if will hinder his ability to breathe on his own.  The fluid output is still a factor but not preventing us from moving forward at this point. All his little systems really need to pull together tomorrow morning and do their thing!!  Please pray for Rudy’s strength and that all the factors involved will cooperate with each other!!  Big Day!!!Whether or not it’s a successful attempt at getting Rudy off the ventilator, it does feel like a big step forward and it’s encouraging.  We’ll have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.

 

Nurses Filma and Rosella position Rudy
Nurses Filma and Rosella position Rudy
Final adjustments
Final adjustments

                                      

crib day 6

(Rudy’s new rig)
crib day 7

Rudy’s Bracelet

rudys-bracelet1

Shortly after Rudy’s diagnosis, we had some silicone bracelets made up to distribute to family and friends as a constant reminder to pray for Rudy.  The bright, turquoise bracelet with the message “Rudy’s captured my heart”  quickly became known as “Rudy’s Bracelet” when we started handing them out the day he was born.  They’ve become quite the popular fashion statement here on the central coast (ha) and due to a high volume of requests for them, we’re happy to offer them on Rudy’s Beat. If you would like a bracelet of your own, please send a self-addressed, STAMPED envelope for each bracelet (be sure to put 83 cents of postage on the envelope) to:

Rudy’s Bracelet c/o The Geylings

6250 Avenida Gorrion Ct.,  Goleta, CA 93117

A Mother’s Love

The picture of “a mother’s love” was painted for me many times over this weekend…as I reflected on my monther-in-law’s willingness to take care of my home and children for 6+ weeks, in my mother’s efforts to fly all the way out from Kansas for a mere 48 hours in order to get back before my dad begins his radiation treatments this week, and in the grace with which the Mannings let their little Katie go – peacefully in Vickie’s arms.  All emotionally moving in their own way and all very vivid reminders that what Rudy is embroiled in is serious requiring great sacrifice and vulnerability.  Even now as I sit and watch him labor through an attempt at a 3 hour sprint off the ventilator, I’m struck by the obvious – he is in a fight for his life.  Not to minimize the progress he has made so far, but because my son can’t breathe on his own beyond a 3 hour exercise, it is hard, sometimes, to imagine an existence for Rudy beyond what he has known so far. 

I’ve come to realize that one of my greatest desires, as a mother, is for my kids to be known…to be understood and appreciated for their unique gifts and talents…nothing blesses me more than when others take the time to invest in my kids whether it is their teachers, church leaders, close friends or family…it means so much to me.  The desire for Rudy to be known (even in the isolation of an ICU) is just as strong as with my other kids which is why I’m so grateful for the medical team that genuinely cares for him in so many ways I never could, for the visitors who have witnessed in person how truly soulful the look in his eyes is and for the blog that has allowed us to share Rudy with so many in far away places! 

Thank you for your faithful investment in our family through your constant love, prayers and support during this time.  Sacrifices that are not lost on us!

Oma and Grandma Jo
Oma and Grandma Jo
Trio of Moms
Trio of Moms
Oma-love
Oma-love
"Guess what!  Gma loves you"

Cuddle-bug

So cozy...
So cozy...

 

Okay, these pictures really don’t do him justice but I walked into Rudy’s room last night after the evening shift change to find the little guy snuggled so sweetly…Nurse Pam had run her tests, cleaned him all up and got him all settled on his side.  He looked like such a big boy cuddled up to Pooh!  Around 10pm he got turned to the other side and slept very comfortably and soundly all night long!  So sweet!

 

 

Sleep tight...
Sleep tight...

 

Yesterday was uneventful…It was fun to see Dr. Robert back on the floor after a couple of weeks.  Because Rudy’s surgical procedure was postponed, he spent the day just hanging out.  He battled high blood pressure but didn’t seem too bugged by it.  Yesterday was one of those fun days with Nurse Denise where he was awake and alert a good bit of the day but comfortable and not anguished.  The fluid draining from Rudy’s lungs has remained the same…they will continue to monitor this the next couple of days and then decide whether or not to do the surgery on Monday.  The big news of the day came when we got the test results back from the Infectious Diseases people confirming that Rudy is infection-free so the order came to take him off of three antibiotics!  Yippy!  He also had a couple of successful hour-long ventilator sprints again which is always encouraging so I believe the plan for today will be to continue exercising his lungs.

Rolf came back to UCLA early this morning and we will both head home to Santa Barbara late tonight for some time with the kids and the, always special, Rescue Mission Recovery Program Graduation tomorrow night.

Homage to a Hero: Dr. Brian Reemtsen

I’m usually not at a loss for words (as this blog would indicate), yet I’ve found it very hard to compose a tribute to the key member of Rudy’s team.  There’s a tinge of pathos in saying that my son has the greatest heart surgeon in the world only because it assumes as a given that his condition demands it.  I am sure no one here at UCLA would be offended by my saying that I would much rather Rudy have no need of any surgeon; but as that’s not our reality, it’s difficult to express the deep gratitude we have for Dr. Brian Reemtsen.

 

When we first learned of Rudy’s diagnosis of Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome we got several recommendations to seek treatment at Children’s Hospital Los Angeles (CHLA), but we discovered our insurance network was contracted with UCLA.  While we were willing to fight to any extent necessary to get Rudy the right care we also realized the wisdom in reserving our energy for the most important battles, so we decided to do some due diligence and investigate UCLA—at least to have some grounds on which to base an appeal.

 

As I’ve already written, the initial responsiveness of Gary Satou and Dan Levi served as a remarkable introduction to the team at UCLA.  Both spoke no ill of CHLA but also laid out what UCLA could offer—most importantly an expert surgeon, Dr. Brian Reemtsen, to do this very intricate surgery.  Just months before, Dr. Reemtsen had come from CHLA to build a top-notch Pediatric Cardio-Thoracic Surgery program in the new Mattel Children’s Hospital at UCLA.  They had high praise and said that they would speak with Dr. Reemtsen as he would certainly want to consult with us.  This willingness was driven home the next day when Susan, his assistant, called to let me know that Drs. Satou and Levi had already spoken to Dr. Reemsten and he instructed her to call immediately to again affirm that he would make time to see us whenever we could get to LA.

 

Our first meeting with Dr. Reemtsen in September was no let down from the hopes we had built up.  He took the time for a very thorough conversation, entertained any and every question and was straightforward about the challenging diagnosis we were confronting.  He was empathetic, realistic and hopeful; able to put things into understandable terms and patiently allowed us to digest information and repeated himself if we asked.

 

We were forewarned of some the personalities we might encounter when dealing with specialists and surgeons who deal with such complicated diagnoses.  We were warned that the greater the expertise, the more aloofness one might have to contend with.  We were briefed on skilled surgeons who excel in the operating room, but might be less than comforting at bedside (on the rare occasions they make an appearance).  I’m not sure what experiences fed these stereotypes, but meeting with Dr. Reemtsen quickly made it clear they didn’t apply here.

 

I spoke of the very strong recommendations we received for CHLA and Dr. Reemtsen took no offense at this, having nothing bad to say about his former employer and even encouraging us to investigate both options.  In making the case for UCLA, he held forth the promise that he would be hands-on involved in Rudy’s care from delivery to discharge.  His arrangement here is such that this is his only hospital and practice so he’s here every day and can remain very involved with his cases (contrasted to a specialized surgeon who might have patients in multiple hospitals and only pass through on an occasional basis).  He would be by the bed several times a day and constantly interacting with the treatment team in every development and decision.  He would be honest about our circumstances, communicate clearly and not give false hope.

 

It was a very encouraging conversation, at the end of which he pulled out his business card, wrote his e-mail address and cell phone number on the back, and made it clear that we should have no hang-ups about using it for any reason whatsoever.  No answering service.  No automated phone trees.  Straight to him.  I never ended up calling it but remember a few worried evenings in my office, as I tried to take in all the unknowns that lay before us, where simply picking up that card and turning it over to look at that number brought a sense of comfort and reassurance.  We were in good hands.

 

At the outset, I don’t think I would have been able to articulate an itemized list of qualities I would want my son’s cardio-thoracic surgeon to have.  As Rudy’s heart would be very small and would require very steady hands, I remember checking Dr. Reemtsen’s during that first meeting to make sure all the fingers were there and that they didn’t shake excessively.  Overall, I noted no obvious involuntary ticks but did wonder if it would be possible for me to hide in his closet and jump out just to see that he didn’t startle uncontrollably.  Other than that I didn’t have any sophisticated rubrics for evaluation.  Other doctors spoke highly of him and we wouldn’t expect UCLA to hire anyone with blemishes on their record (but I did check), so the main criteria for us to choose our expert had little to do with an educated analysis of his skills, but simply by how we felt about him.

 

While arrogance is not an attractive trait, when it comes to choosing a heart surgeon neither is too much humility.  You want self-confidence; a person who is well aware of their competencies and does not question them.  While the general population strives for well-roundedness, I prefer my heart surgeon to be somewhat out of balance—a bit too dedicated to work, unable to thwart perfectionist drives, never able to make enough time for hobbies, incapable of leaving work on time or stay away on a weekend.  Someone who will always remember that he’s dealing with MY baby—and that my world has come to a stop.  Someone who realizes that my medical training ended with high school biology, but I’ll be comforted to know relevant information in language I can understand.

 

I trust the number of interactions with Dr. Reemtsen documented in this blog communicates implicitly what is taking me a number of passes to state explicitly.  He is a person that exudes competence; who I suspect doesn’t give much time to things he can’t excel at.  He is purposeful and doesn’t give indication that much time in his day gets wasted, but has time to stop and be friendly.  He wears a mantel of importance, but carries himself without much fanfare.  His attention to his patients knows few bounds as demonstrated by the evening and weekend visits and the late-night phone check-ins I’ve overheard.

 

If the guy who holds my son’s heart in his hands demanded I call him “Spartacus”, I’d have no problem doing it, yet I love the way he introduces himself as “Brian”.  As isolating as life can be here in the CTICU addressing our key source of comfort as “Dr. Reemtsen” would keep him far more distant than we’d like.

 

I make no pretense that I’m motivated largely by my own self-interest in this whole journey.  I want the best outcome.  I want Rudy to have the best.  But this comes at a cost, and I’d be delusional if I thought I was shouldering more than a fraction of this.  In his devotion to our son, Brian has made our burden his (along with so many others here at UCLA) in ways that we never could repay.  We’d like to think we know what’s best for our kids and provide everything for them, but this experience has shown our knowledge and competencies to be shockingly finite.  So thank you, Brian, for having the expertise and skill we could never muster.

 

I also realize that others pay a cost for Brian’s round-the-clock devotion to Rudy.  On several occasions, we’ve heard Brian speak of the Reemtsen ladies.  As their husband’s and father’s commitment to my son undoubtedly makes for absences from them, we are so grateful.  May they realize now and in the future the profound hope he brings to families like ours through what he does each day.

 

Dr. Reemtsen checking on Rudy
Dr. Reemtsen checking on Rudy

“Watching the President Show”

When Olivia called me this evening, I asked her what she was doing and she said, “Watching the President Show”.  Yep, that’s what Rudy and I are doing as well.  It’s Rudy’s first presidential election and he has been fast asleep most of the day.  President-elect Obama is about to give his victory speech but, with all due respect, I don’t think Rudy cares much about such affairs…when he is awake, he looks as if all he cares about is to be tube and line free.  Well, if the fluid around his lungs ceases to drain, he could get his wish to be free of at least 2 tubes…okay, I won’t go there yet but I can’t help but be encouraged.  There hasn’t been much change since my post this morning…the fluid output has remained the same.  No less but no more either.  I’m praying that, come morning, there will be no output at all! 

Rudy IS minus one of his arterial lines.  The a-line that was in his left hand has been bleeding pretty consistently the past couple of days.  This particular a-line was monitoring his blood pressure but has been in so long that it just started to wear out.  For now, they have not replaced it and are relying on a little blood pressure cuff wrapped around his ankle.  So, for tonight, his little hands are free.  We’ll claim any progress we can!  Thank you for your continued prayers!!!!!  Love to all from Rudy’s room…

Steroid-cheeks
Steroid-cheeks

Brotherly (and Sisterly) Love

The Bruin Bear
The Bruin Bear
We started November off right with some family time together on the UCLA campus on, believe it or not, a rainy day!
Some quiet time with Rudy…Sunday Nov. 2nd…
Some Maxi-love
Some Maxi-love
A big smile from big brother...
A big smile from big brother...
Rudy has alot of angels by his bedside...including this one in the flesh.
Rudy has alot of angels by his bedside...including this one in the flesh.
How grateful we are for Oma and Opa and the many friends who have transported the kids back and forth on the weekends to see Rudy.  It’s not an easy way to get to know your new baby brother but how very proud we are of the kids and their efforts to engage in this journey as much as they are able to.  Rudy knows how much he is loved by his big brothers and sister!
There is some good news on the “Rudy Front”…Dr. Brian just came in and said he’s encouraged by the decreased fluid output from the chest tubes!!!!!!  There is little fluid coming out of the left chest tube and although there is still fluid draining from the right side, it IS less!  If the output continues at this rate or decreases even more, he will cancel the surgical procedure on Thursday.  This is great news.  (Thank you, Jesus, for such a tangible answer to prayer!!)  So, we ask that you continue to pray for this fluid to stop draining completely!  Rudy looks a little pale to me today and when he is awake, he’s fussy but his numbers are stable so it has been a quiet morning.  Well, it’s time for my daily cup of soup downstairs…more later!