Here’s the details

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I don’t think five hours of sleep ever felt as good as the ones we got last night.  After checking on Rudy at midnight, we came back to the room and sat on the bed for a couple of minutes and the next thing we knew it was 5am.

 

Aside from the circumstances of the last few days making sleep scarce, I think the main reason I was able to sleep is the fact that there are such skilled people whose eyes never leave Rudy.  That chokes me up about as much as seeing him there in the ICU—there are people I’ve never met before who work day and night attentive to details that I don’t even know to look for.

 

Since the postings on the blog are a mainly quick bursts giving the vital details of some rather unexpected days, I thought I’d give a more complete account.

 

Tuesday evening, I felt done at 9pm decided to get in bed much earlier than typically of late.  I see this as providence because at 3:15 Trish shook me awake and asked for help as she felt her water was starting to leak.  I called the high risk OB at UCLA and he recommended we go to Cottage in Santa Barbara to have them verify this and monitor the heart before a likely transport.  We both scrambled around the house and called a friend to come stay with the kids, all the while feeling a bit confounded as, even though the journey thusfar is all about things unexpected, we still cling to some odd notion of planning and scheduling.  We’ve been working on the assumption that our life would be disrupted starting mid October and the weeks up until then would allow us to tie things up properly.  I’m betting Rudy will be the kind of kid who wears his pants backward just because it’s different from the way everyone else would do it.

 

Cottage confirmed that the water had broken but since contractions hadn’t started and the fetal heartbeat looked fine, they arranged for an ambulance to take Trish to LA.  We decided I would stop by the house and drive myself so we could have a car down here (which turned out to be brilliant as it hasn’t moved since we got here and is racking up tickets in the Med Center garage).  I was able to see the kids quickly before they headed off to school and pack up a few things.  Actually, I should clarify that it was MY stuff that needed to be packed—Trish has had a staging area ready in the corner of our room since sometime in August.

 

Trish’s ride to LA went quickly as they did turn on lights and siren when they needed to in the morning rush hour.  I, on the other hand, had to contend with LA traffic and ended up making the decision to go PCH after reports of a major accident in the valley.  Driving next to the ocean was good for me considering the circumstances, though I was probably on the phone more often than not.  At 10:45, Trish called and said that since her arrival at 8:30, the doctors had decided they would move the delivery along.  There was the possibility of keeping him in utero longer as being larger and healthier might give him a better chance in surgery, but with that comes an increased risk of infection, which would work against this.  As she was at 36 weeks and Rudy was estimated at over six pounds, the Drs. consulted and decided that delivery was the safer option.

 

Courtney was one of the first angels that took care of us.  Admittedly, my first thought when I arrived at the delivery room was how great it was that it was “Take Your Daughter to Work” Day at the hospital, and that sooner or later her mother, the real nurse, would make her appearance.  But no, this woman blessed with looks that would likely make her a lock for queen of any Junior Prom was running the show.  Wow.  Attentive, knowledgeable, highly competent and pleasant the whole time.  Over the course of the day, our rapport grew to a point where I kiddingly made mention to her colleague of how great it was to be Courtney’s first patients ever, to which Courtney matter-of-factly responded, “You might not be as far off as you think.”  I told her she could tell me the truth later, but it doesn’t really matter.  She’s a pro who made the right career choice.

 

We were glad that our friends, Bob and Kathy, couldn’t stay away and were with us for most of the day (Kathy all the way through delivery who had the presence of mind to take most of the pictures we’ve posted).  They regularly upped Trish’s Pitosin until things started to get uncomfortable around 3pm and then really intense for the last hour.  Activity started to build in the delivery room as Dr. Rachel, the attending physician started to call the shots.  I’ve since been amazed at how these well-trained people remain very measured during the most intense times; going about their business in a manner that does little to increase the panic.  As they had told us there would be a large number of people in the delivery room when the baby came, I started to wonder why they weren’t there and if they were all going to make it on time, but Rachel was in control and every now and again instructed Courtney to make the necessary pages.  Seemingly just at the right time the right people entered the room and joined in the activity—Dr. Lu, the High-Risk OB, interns, nurses and the Neonatal Intensive Care Team.  No one stood around waiting, but just quietly kept busy.

 

Trish was heroic and it wasn’t too long before Rudy made his appearance.  He squirmed around quietly for a few moments and then started to holler.  As they had briefed us, the NICU team took him right away in their corner and did their once-over, with him protesting the whole time.  I hovered between Trish and Rudy’s table and my spirits lifted when I saw them swaddling him up instead of making preparations to move him out.  They were clear ahead of time that being able to hold him was not something they could promise, so it was pretty emotional when they brought him over to Trish so she could hold him for about 2 minutes.  He rested there quietly and opened up his eyes and looked right at Trish.  We knew that once they took him away those eyes would close and holding him would not be possible for the next few weeks.  So those pictures and those brief moments are precious to us.

 

We were able to say a quick prayer over him and tell him we loved him before the team had to take him off.  The team let me trail them into the NICU so I could see where they were taking him (Pod 3, Bed 9—I hear it’s a good one) before I had to excuse myself.  While the OB team attended to Trish, I tried to figure out how to send the picture from the cell phone out by e-mail and before too long was listening to the Blackberry hum.

 

They prepared us for Rudy to be getting set up in the NICU for about three hours.  It turned out to be more than four, but we weren’t particularly nervous as we were still coming down from the birth process and getting Trish settled into a maternity room.  As they finished, different doctors came in and gave their report.  A cardiologist finished her echocardiogram and confirmed the HLHS diagnosis, but said that none of the major secondary complications (that really increase the risk) could be seen.  Dr. Devaskar, the NICU Chief, reported that the vital signs were good and that the team was making good progress setting up catheters, IVs, etc.  He said Rudy was very vigorous and screamed quite a bit during the process (which made it easy to determine that his lungs were completely formed).  Dr. Reemtsen, the surgeon, came by and was very upbeat and congratulatory.  He said we make good-looking babies and said he was very pleased with the birth weight of 6.5 lbs (less than 6 increases the risk factor significantly).  He’s scheduling the surgery for Monday morning right within the optimal 4-6 day window.  They don’t like to operate too soon as it gives the baby time to settle (layman’s terms), but if need be they will go in more quickly if they feel like it’s a critical situation.  So praise God they don’t see anything that would necessitate this.

 

After about four hours of waiting, we couldn’t take it anymore and wandered down to the NICU, thinking maybe they forgot to call us, but the two attending physicians on the floor were still working to place the catheters in Rudy’s navel.  They were understanding and pleasant and, as we’ve come to see from most people around here, recognized us as the parents, stopped to talk and gave us a brief update before assuring us it would only be a bit longer.  They were right, and 30 minutes later we got to go in and see him.

 

Even with all the tubes, hoses, blinking and beeping, he was absolutely beautiful.  He lay there peacefully with his chest moving up and down regularly thanks to the ventilator, long skinny arms at his sides and a big mass of dark hair.  His nurse, Dara, and her assistant, Lindsay, hovered quietly around him watching all the screens, arranging tubes and attending to all kinds of details.  For the rest of the night, we were in the maternity room exhausted, but with too much adrenaline to sleep.  Every couple of hours I would get up and go into the ward just to see him for a few minutes.  Around 3am, Lindsay gave him his first bath and he looked even more handsome with his hair all combed.

 

Around 9am Thursday, I went to check on him and got a bit of a scare as I came upon the pod and saw about 12 people around him.  I was quickly noticed and told that Rudy was being moved to the CTICU (Cardio Thoracic ICU), something we had been told was going to happen prior to surgery but a bit sooner than we expected.  Dr. Reemtsen said he wanted Rudy there so that they could monitor him closely leading up to surgery.  So I followed the transport as they moved from one unit to the next.  It’s a unique sight to watch a dozen people moving this small baby surrounded by carts of equipment.  I’d seen these kind of processions before in the last couple of days, but this time it was my kid.  A nurse escort in front and in the rear makes eye contact with everyone in the hallway and in response to a clear hand gesture they pull over and stand against the wall.  There are looks of empathy and understanding from parents who I suspect have made the walk I’m making and looks of compassionate distress from those they pray they’ll never have to.  I make the random observation to myself that there’s not a seam anywhere on this floor that would jostle the precious cargo as we move from one hallway into the next.  We move in slow and quiet precision—everyone knows their role and watches their part.  When moments of concern arise, voices aren’t raised but very direct and measured instructions given.  No excuses, no joking, no small talk.  And it’s all focused on my son.  One of many times a day that tears well up.  God bless these people and what they do every day.

 

The NICU is excellent care in a cozy package; a kind of community feel as four babies are together in a pod with nurses working together from a shared table in the middle, holding babies in rockers in the soft light.  The CTICU is a place of precision and focused attention.  Rudy has a room bigger than any he’ll ever have in our house with wide doors and a big glass front.  Big arms come down from the ceiling where all the equipment gets arrayed symmetrically, the tubes and lines are all ordered together and displays are prominent so that numbers and electronic waves can be scrutinized.  The place is well lit when they need it to be without a shadow anywhere. 

 

The next set of heroes goes to work here, Gina during the day and Jamie at night as our first dedicated nurses.  They chart from a computer on counter just outside where the big window lets them see everything.  More often than not, they’re out of their chair and in there taking care of something.  Dr. Federman (clearly expecting her own baby) and Dr. Reardon keep an eye on everything during their respective day and night shifts.  They go about fine-tuning things constantly to keep everything in balance.  I compare it to tuning a Ferrari—they watch carefully and keep adjusting medications, breathing, blood pressure and oxygen in the blood.  The last two days, we’ve been stopping by every couple hours while getting Trish ready to leave the hospital—I have to remind myself every now and again that she just delivered a baby.

 

In the midst of all our activity, Rudy lays there serenely in the middle of it all.  He’s being kept alive right now by a drug called Prostoglandin which prevents the duct that joins the right and left sides of the fetal heart from closing as it usually would in the first days of life.  If it did, the fact that the left side of his heart is non-functional would mean no blood could flow to his arteries.  He’s been chemically paralyzed so that he can’t move around and disrupt things.  The idea is to take all of the other muscles out of action so that the team can focus on his inner organs and what they’re doing.  He’s on a ventilator to slow his breathing down so that the team can have very precise control over the oxygen saturation in his blood.  The major balance is trying to keep the blood distributed around the body, so they are trying to keep a balance between his blood pressure and his oxygen saturation as this indicates the extent that blood is making it to the lungs and the rest of the body.  That’s been the major concern, but it’s not beyond the scope of what they expect.

 

This afternoon, we met with Dr. Reemtsen for a briefing on the surgery.  He did let on that there was some concern about how Rudy was stabilizing early on, but now he felt like Rudy was strong and looking good for surgery.  He went into detail with pictures and made sketches of what he would be doing and humored all of our questions.  He would place Rudy among the most favorable success rates (about 15% mortality) as he doesn’t see any of about four major issues that would cause him to be more concerned.  There are still many variables involved, but that’s the way it looks now.  I probably should reserve comment until after the surgery, but I’m so grateful to be in this man’s care.  Clearly a gifted man with much to do, but never rushed when he’s with us.

 

So now, it’s time to get some rest.  Trish was discharged from the hospital and we’re moved into the guest house just up the street from the hospital.  We’re headed home to Santa Barbara tomorrow to get a few things in order as we weren’t planning for such a quick departure and also to attend the Rescue Mission’s annual benefit.  As we’ve felt such love and support from the community there during these days, it will be good to be together.  The CTICU team strongly encouraged us to get away while we can.  Rudy is in good hands and things will get more intense from hereon in.

 

Thanks for praying and walking with us.  Sorry for the long post, but hopefully I’ve given more of the details people have said they were eager to hear.

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20 Responses to “Here’s the details”

  1. Teresa Geyling Says:

    Rolf! Thanks for sharing yoru heart and the details that have transpired! I long for those details as I sit on the edge of my seat and on my knees in prayer for Rudy! Tori is praying too, it is so cute! The words from children are so to the point, it cracks me up! “God make Rudy’s Heart better so he can play with me”. Love to you all!

  2. Aunt Cora and the gang Says:

    Say it sister – thanks for taking the time to write it all down. We don’t want to pester you but are so glad for something to think about when we wish we could be there with you.

  3. Grace & Marlin Says:

    THANK YOU THANK YOU for all the details….we all wish we could be with you and this helps us to know more exactly what you’ve been going through. You are never far from our thoughts and prayers.

    Grace and Marlin & kids

  4. Allison & Mike Kenyon Says:

    Hi Guys!

    Congratulations! We wish we could be with you too but it looks like you are in SB on Sat. with lots to do. I am going to pray for the SBRM event too. We will continue to pray and read these blogs. After I finish teaching this week on Wed. or another day, Trish, maybe I can come up for a few hrs. while the kids are in school. And bring you some food! Love you lots, Allison!

  5. Gonzales Family Says:

    Wow!! I read this in my robe and now I don’t have a dry spot to use to dab my eyes! You are truly blessed and amazing, loved the photo of the family. I know you will be here before you read this, but it is raining here in SB, something much needed. I am looking at it as a way of celebrating Rudy and his health, a cleansing of the town he is going to come home to someday!! Anything you need help with today let us know. Our love and prayers, Jannele, James, Mason and Jacob

  6. Sarah Bradford Says:

    So glad to hear that hope is our horizon for Rudy. He sounds like such a lovely baby. The family and I are praying for him and your family constantly. Even my mom, Dorette, called to find out if she can send you some money for food! Awesome!
    I will be over to see you soon, and don’t forget I am available to help as needed. Ann Collard also offered their house if you need room for the kids etc. (About 40 minutes from UCLA though). I’m making Rudy some special shirts (when he can wear them), so can’t wait to give them to you!
    Much love to you guys!

  7. Silvia Yi Says:

    Hey Geylings!
    Thanks for the post. I’m constantly amazed at the hope you cling to and the faith that continues to grow. You are so bold and while encouragement should be poured out to you, I am so encouraged by your journey with Rudy. I will pray for the little guy’s health, for you both, and also for the kids. May tomorrow always be brighter!

  8. Kim Lawler Says:

    Thank you so much for all that wonderful detail. I decided to read it aloud to Greg and found myself fighting back the tears more than actually reading. We are so thankful for all the positives – the facilities, the skilled doctors and nurses, Rudy’s weight and strength – and still our minds are reeling from what you are enduring. May God continue to carry you through.

  9. Laurie Maaz Says:

    Thanks for sharing all of the details. This helps to guide prayers. May the Peace of our Lord be with you all.

  10. Zovak Clan Says:

    Blessings to you all!

    I said it before and I’ll say it again, “If I were Rudy, there’s no one else I’d want as a Mom and Dad than you two.” You guys are awesome. May you know God’s grace and peace every minute.

    Also, know that God’s arranged for your prayer support as well. We’re using our time zone advantage to pray for you a day early. You’re well covered!

    With Love,
    Dave, Kim, Zane, Kyra

  11. Rich and Natalie Franks Says:

    We were thrilled to discover this morning that Rudy had arrived! We will continue to pray for you all!

  12. Voss Family Says:

    We echo the “thanks” to both of you for writing more of the details: physical and emotional. We’ve been thinking of you constantly (hence the phone messages :-).

    Please give big hugs to Willy, Maxy, and Livy.
    We love you guys! We are all praying for you.

    Hank, Johanna, Samuel, David, Renee and Isaiah

  13. Jen Hopkins Says:

    Love you guys so much. We’re praying hard for precious little Rudy.

    Jen and Fred

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  17. Aydin Soto Says:

    I really like and thank you for post.Really thank you! Excellent.

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  19. Lisa Says:

    Wow…reading this again brings back such memories of all you’ve been through…And how far Rudy has come in four years! Rejoicing with you all!

  20. Grandma Jo Says:

    You have been in my thoughts so much. Sorry I could not connect with you, Rudy, on your birthday. Belated Happy Birthday, coruageous boy. I loved seeing you on this blog as you walked with “the bear” Saturdy. Great job! Keep up the good work and know you are loved eternally by SOOOOOOOOOOO many prayer warriors.

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