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May 10, 2013

UPDATE (5/10/13)

This morning began with me approaching Beckett’s room to see his overhead lights turned on full blast and nearly 20 people gathering in front. This is rarely a good thing in the ICU world, however I was affirmed that the Neonatology physicians and the Cardiology teams happened to converge and “round” at Beckett’s room at the same time (#Coincidence). A case was made that they would like to wean Beckett’s fentanyl again today another .25. The rationale was that Beckett’s primary physicians were here all day today, in which I had to politely remind them that if we see any signs of withdrawal it will most likely not be today, but tomorrow and Sunday when Beckett’s primaries won’t be here. However, we decided to proceed with the wean and an understanding to not wean anything this entire weekend, but simply reevaluate everything once again on Monday. They did decide to increase his methadone to help offset his fentanyl wean. That definitely helped me feel a little bit more comfortable weaning him again today…but we’ll see how this weekend will play out now. :-\ If you’ve been keeping track, you’ll note that Beckett is now down to .75 of fentanyl…we want 0. 😉

He has also been up on his FIO2 today (which is his oxygen support we’ve been talking about). It actually got as high as 70 today….that’s not good. This has been a constant hangnail throughout the last 2-3 weeks, and something that has kinda confused all the doctors. His support is high, but not scary high. However, his level of oxygen support is on the brink of “scary high”. This is why Leah and I get so nervous about weaning his fentanyl…we’ve seen this before. His oxygen support will slowly rise, everybody will say “they are watching it”, and before you know it he’s getting reintubated. We are truly on the same team as the doctors in that we surely hope that is not the case and he’ll be just fine, but we are nervous he might be getting underestimated once again.

His crit was low(ish) again today, so they just got done transfusing him again. Beckett has always responded well to blood transfusions, so we hope that is yet the case once again.

I failed to mention yesterday that his scalp IV was removed that other terrible day earlier this week and was replaced by a specific PICC line called dual lumen (or IR) PICC line. This is significant because I can rub his head once again. I always loved doing that because of how much you could tell he loves it. So, as “Barbie girl play-time” as this sounds, I brushed his hair this evening, and it was quite nice. You could just see in his eyes how much he enjoyed it, and it’s definitely nice to be able to do something tangible to him that he so evidently enjoys.

He also did “tummy-time” again today (I’m amazing at all these new words and phrases I’m learning, it’s quite humorous to me). He hasn’t really enjoyed sleeping on his stomach much over the past month or so, but the nurse today must have had the magic touch. He slept for a while, and nearly high-satted the entire time.

Lastly, we had some surprise visitors again today. Brenda, one of Beckett’s previous Respiratory Therapists from St. V’s showed up today and couldn’t help but comment on how big and good Beckett is looking. He’s starting to get a nice double-chin like his Dad. It was great to see her again. Then another friend of my family (from my hometown), Sheri Brodbeck, stopped by and said she had to see this popular baby in person. It was certainly a pleasant surprise, and fun to show Beckett off to her as he just starred right at her the entire time all wide-eyed with those big brown eyes. It was funny.

Whelp, that’s it. In summary, it was a fairly decent day. Yeah, he whimpered here-n-there, but all-n-all, we can count this as a “good day.” Bless you all, and a continual thanks for all the prayers and support. It’s astounding.

Also, please be praying for Leah’s coworker who has recently received news that her unborn baby may not survive. She has been a huge encouragement to Leah and prays for Beckett daily. The least we can do is pray for her, her family, and her unborn child. Miracles still happen, so let’s surround them with prayer.

#ODAAT
#GoBeckett

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Children’s Hospital.

May 9, 2013

UPDATE (5/9/13)

Whelp, I made it…somehow. It’s Thursday night, and after 3 long days of 3 seperate presentations, a 9 page paper, another reflection paper, and 2 group project papers, I’m done……almost. I was granted favor throughout the semester to adjust my “due dates” for each assignment, as professors could ethically provide leniency there, but not necessarily on how they grade the assignments. Though this was a substantial accommodation, it seemed to unintentionally work out that “everything” came due for me within these past few days. Thankfully, I not only feel like I completed the challenge, I truly feel that I did well. Many may roll their eyes at this statement, but this happened truly by God’a grace. Now, to reference my addendum earlier in saying that I’m “almost” done, I now have to submit the final draft of my first 3 chapters of my Thesis, asap. This was technically due over a week ago, but I took advantage of some extended grace and will be completing this sometime throughout this weekend.

You may be wondering why I’m talking about “me” so much in this post when our blog is intentionally titled “HeartOfBeckett”, but I couldn’t help but share God’s faithfulness towards me throughout this entire semester through encouraging friends, family, my cohort, professors, and certainly my wife. It has truly felt like a huge sense of accomplishment. I actually feel like I just graduated, or something, but that’s certainly not the case as I have yet another year left. :-] This semester has been brutal when it comes to my school work, and there were many times I felt like I couldn’t press on (which I genuinely think was understandable and realistic), yet somehow it is now behind me and I know a huge motivational factor was laying right there in a crib just over an hour drive away. It’s amazing what kind of inspiration you can glean from difficult situations with a proper perspective.
(Disclaimer: I did not always have a proper perspective…but I tried.)

With that being said, I don’t have much to report concerning Beckett. I’ll begin by saying that I just found out he’s over 12 pounds!! That’s fantastic news, as we’ve mentioned earlier that we really need him to continue to gain weight in order to be a proper candidate for the second surgery (merely one of many factors). Leah and I just “passed the baton” once again as she is planning on working tomorrow. She said that he played a lot this morning and then napped for a LONG time (like, Noon to 5:00pm, or something like that). He kinda spit up earlier this evening (after Leah left) and gaged on it which made him drop his heart rate and I can’t help but react with wide-eyes attempting to calmly beckon for our nurse. He truly was ok, but he worked himself up and has no reserve for even the simplest issue. He cried for a while and sweat up a storm…and just after he got a bath too. He ended up falling asleep in my arms (see recently posted pic) and it just felt “right”, and how I truly needed this day (and week) to end.

Thank you Jesus for your many many blessings in our lives. We have so much to be thankful for.
….please heal my son.

#ODAAT
#GoBeckett

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Children’s Hospital.

May 9, 2013

“Sleepin’ like a baby!”
I love holding my son.

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health.

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May 5, 2013

UPDATE (5/5/13)

Today began with me walking up to Beckett’s room and noticing his Oxygen Support as high as 67%. That’s not good. The nurse went on to explain that she had been pricking him for a while to gather a bunch of different blood culture labs. So I figured that is what can explain away his high Oxygen Support….nope. Beckett’s nurse explained that she had to increase it before all that poking even began. This was obviously very concerning. Now I have the privilege to text this lovely information to Leah while she is at work. Both her and I continued to grow anxious for the direction this is trending. The doctors are now speculating that maybe Beckett has another infection (we won’t hear back of those results for a few days). He doesn’t look like he has an infection…but when X-Rays come back looking normal, multiple Echos look fine and numerous blood gases appear acceptable…we now seem to be grasping at straws. Clearly the assumption still exists that this could be related to his withdrawals, but I think the doctors are just being cautious….which we appreciate.

Sooo, its been a long day. I tried to get some schoolwork done during his echo and when a friend came and held Beckett for a few hours today. But I still struggle trying to focus while in a hospital, or in my son’s room while machines are beeping and my mind is anywhere else but on grad school work.

The evening is unfortunately ending with me typing out this update while listening to my son hysterically cry as they prick him again for some specific (and difficult-to-draw) blood gases. In fact, it took 3 different nurses poking him until they could actually get it. It just breaks my heart and makes me want to do anything I can to alleviate my poor little son’s pain. It makes your mind start thinking thought of “hasn’t he been through enough?”

Thank you for the prayers. It’s yet another day….but another day WITH my son!
To God be all the glory! Lord, please heal my son!

#ODAAT
#GoBeckett

P.S.
He’s now 23.4 inches and 11.7 pounds! Yay!

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health.

May 4, 2013

UPDATE (5/4/13)

I’m not even quite sure how to begin this post. Beckett is “ok”, but he is just withdrawing soooo hard, and it’s soooo heartbreaking and draining….and to be quite honest, it’s even scary. Leah and I keep saying, “we’ve been here before”…and it wasn’t something we were eager to return to. Where it gets so scary is that Beckett is often too underestimated and often treated like a “normal” baby when it comes to doses of medicine, or wean schedules, or even his irritability. In fact, one time a doctor questioned my concern of his withdrawal to “normal 4 month old baby stuff”. And I understand that he may exude signs of normal baby behavior, but not necessarily when he’s been weaned off of nasty narcotics and demonstrating abnormal behavior…even for him. Either way, and like I said before, Leah and I just get a little “on edge” when heavy doses of deja vu begin to set in. We begin to see his oxygen support continue to rise, his heart rate then follows that same trend, and before you know it we are “beyond the point of no return” and the nasty word “REintubate” creeps its way back into everyone’s lexicon. That would be a huge step backwards, and we keep begging for the physicians to continue to brainstorm ideas that aren’t necessarily “textbook”. For example, the pharmacist’s original plan was to wean Beckett off the fentanyl .25 EVERYDAY. I remember thinking, please no! I had to advocate and request for at least an every-OTHER-day wean…which we were ‘t even able to stick with this past week. I think we actually only got 2 official weans in (as in, he’s down a full .5 from 1.75). And even that has been extremely difficult for Beckett to handle. This week confirms my pessimistic concern that we will definitely still be here (in the Hospital) for a while longer. I surely hope I’m wrong, but I’m concerned I am not.

Sooo, here we are…fighting right alongside of our son. Praying for healing, trusting in God’s sovereignty, and reaching personal limits quicker than ever before.

Exodus 17 has never been more applicable in our (and certainly Beckett’s) life. We feel the need and assistance of “Aaron and Hur” like Moses did when fighting the Amalek.

Exodus 17:11-13
11 Whenever Moses held up his hand, Israel prevailed, and whenever he lowered his hand, Amalek prevailed. 12 But Moses’ hands grew weary, so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side. So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. 13 And Joshua overwhelmed Amalek and his people with the sword.

As stated in previous posts, we depend on The Lord for our strength. He DOES “give” us more than we can handle, and that reminds us of our complete and utter dependence on Him.
(Please reference the January 29th post: https://heartofbeckett.com/2013/01/29/january-29-2013-3/)
However, that support may come from others as well. We continue to welcome in the most selfless way we can the prayer and support from you all (as you have been so diligent and generous throughout this entire journey). Leah is back to work again tomorrow, I then leave for home tomorrow night when she makes the two hour drive back here to Indy. We are overwhelmed with the balance of immediate responsibities, let alone additional issues like our roof leaking at home, we now found out we have to replace our bathtub (cause its leaking), and we are receiving bills in the mail with 7 figures on it. But God is good, I KNOW he’s in control, and I’m genuinely trying to welcome the trials at hand, as these will only strengthen me, my wife, my family, and even my son! We are also not ignorant to the impact Beckett’s journey and story is having on so many others…many whom we’ve never even met before.

Thanks everyone. We truly love you all (and I don’t just say that because it seems like a nice way to wrap up a post). We are forever indebted to your care and support!

#ODAAT
#GoBeckett

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health.

May 3, 2013

UPDATE (5/3/13)

So…nothing like being woken up at 4:30am with a call from the Hospital. This is how my morning began. To make matters worse, somehow both of my arms were asleep. So try to imagine with me an alarming phone call in the middle of the night from the Hospital your son is at and not being able to answer the phone. Looking back, I’m sure it was quite comical as I flopped my lifeless arms around in a feverish attempt to awake them once again in order to answer the call before I missed it. I was able to somehow “swipe-to-unlock” and answer my phone to then be informed that Beckett has been quite irritable throughout the night and that his Lasix was being switched from oral to IV. Well…….I must say that I was quite relieved that the news was not disastrous, yet on the other hand I was quite surprised that they felt obliged to inform me of that information. It was quite the catch-22. So I just choose to be thankful that Beckett was (and is) ok…just not sure how many of those middle-of-the-night phone calls we can stomach.

As I finally arrived at Beckett’s room this morning, it involved a lot of crying, then smiling, then crying, then smiling. It must have been exhausting for him. He would just flash the biggest smile, then seconds later flip-a-switch and be irate. He eventually was even challenging to console, which unfortunately inspired the decision that he may need a spot dose (or what St. V’s referred to as a rescue dose) of morphine. This actually hardly phased him, but it was strategically given to him right before some shots he needed to receive and also directly before a follow-up echo of his heart. His heart looks “ok” btw, no big changes. The main thing they noticed is that his shunt might be regurgitating more blood to his lungs than he needs right now (which kinda saturates his lungs and makes them a little more dense then they need to be). He’s doing ok though taking into consideration the fact that he’s being weaned off of drugs right now. Yeah, he’s irritable. Yeah, he cries a lot. Yeah, his emotions are inconsistent. But it’s currently tolerable. That fine-line and balance is difficult to achieve, and for that we are very grateful that the physicians are doing their best to obtain that equilibrium.

I was able to have a few people help hold Beckett for me today. An old friend of mine, Erin Cecil, came over to the hospital today and held Beckett for numerous hours. It was perfect. I just sat right next to them while Beckett “slept like a baby” in her arms, and got some good work done. She then left and must have done such a good job because my brother then showed up for the 2nd shift (of Beckett holding time) and Beckett just slept in his crib the entire time. He literally stayed asleep until Leah arrive from work at around 9:45pm and said “Hi”. Beckett immediately began to cry. Now…that could easily have been ironic timing because of how immediate the cry was after she said something, but either way I felt really bad that my brother literally just sat in the room with me while I worked on homework just waiting for Beckett to start crying and wake up so he could hold him. He was so eager to get to hold him, and it never happened. Even after Beckett woke up after Leah said “Hi”, I was able to get him to fall back asleep just fine.

Sooo…that’s our day. Beckett is “managing”. It could be better. It could be worse. So, we just hope for a quiet weekend and continue to place one step in front of the other, one day at a time (#ODAAT).

#GoBeckett

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health.

May 2, 2013

UPDATE (5/2/13)As Leah has mentioned, I cannot believe its already May. Even my exaggerated pessimism did not foresee us still being in the Hospital come May. Either way, here we are…still tag-teaming it, still taking it one step at a time.Beckett has been fussy today. I knew this official wean schedule would be challenging, and sure enough it has. Poor Leah has had two very draining days consoling Beckett and is now heading back to work tomorrow once again. I however, only have a few weeks left of grad school this semester, but unfortunately this upcoming week is gonna be killer. But as Leah reminds me, I’ll make it…it’ll all get done…one step at a time. In one of my classes today (College Student Mental Health), we talked about addictions and substance abuse. Then, briefly, we spoke about something much worse than substance abuse, and that’s substance dependence. My professor went on to explain how severe substance dependence is and how nasty the withdrawals can be. Well, if you are connecting the dots like I was, I couldn’t help but think of my precious little son and his substance dependence. His tolerance continues to rise and his withdrawal symptoms continue to worsen. It’ll probably get even worse before it gets much better…and we have a long ways to go.

I was holding Beckett this evening and he fell asleep beautifully in my arms. He looked comfortable, and I was comfortable. It doesn’t get much better than that. However, and suddenly, he woke and began to hysterically cry. I did all that I could to console him, but my efforts were ineffective. My poor lil son. I can only imagine what he is going through and how he is feeling. He looks up at me with his big brown eyes as if to say, “Why Dad?” …that’s enough to make you tear up (well, at least me). I so desperately want this to go away for him and truly desire to take all his pain upon myself if I could. However, this is our reality…moreover, this is Beckett’s reality. However, I choose to find joy and thankfulness in the little things:
– I said to the nurse earlier this evening that I’m glad Beckett is pooping. Ha, weird…but true.
– I told her that Leah and I are so thankful that Beckett is overall a very happy baby…that’s so awesome.
– I’m thankful for his cute little smile…It melts your heart.
– I’m thankful for wise Doctors and Nurses who care so diligently for him.
– I’m glad he is still with us…I hope to NEVER take that for granted.
– I’m just so thankful for him (period)
A list like this is not a means to self-medicate. These are truly things I wake up each morning and am grateful for…and this list hardly scratches the surface. I could go on-and-on about Beckett, about my beautiful wife, or about my committed family, or about my amazing friends. Life is too short to be ungrateful. I have no idea how many more days I may have with Beckett…so why spend them in regret and fear? I must choose to reevaluate and restructure my perspective. It’s not only healthy, but its honest, and liberating. I challenge you to do the same. Stay engaged with the “now”, enjoy its blessing and relish in the mystery called “life”.
Disclaimer: I’m not naive to think that life doesn’t get hard, and it sometimes doesn’t seem fair. There are times for mourning, and even times for anger. I just felt obliged to remind myself (via this blog) to recommit myself to a healthier perspective in everyday life…no matter how challenging it may appear.

Lastly, please continue to fight with/for Beckett. I can truly tell that he is fighting this withdrawal as hard as he can. I ask and pray that God will help him. But I ask all the more for God to be glorified through my son’s life and the testimony of God’s faithfulness and grace……….and may I clarify, not necessarily His faithfulness and grace simply because Beckett’s life has been spared thus far, but because of all God has and is doing so faithfully through Beckett’s journey. I beg and plead for Beckett’s life to be spared, daily…but I probably pray more often for God to be glorified throughout this entire journey.
…sorry, I got off on another rant, but again…please pray for Beckett. Please pray for Leah while she is at work tomorrow…and please pray for me to finish the semester strong (I’m SO close…one day at a time).

Psalm 142:8
Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You”

Hebrews 13:15
Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise–the fruit of lips that confess His name.

(sorry if this post was disjointed…it’s been a long day)

#ODAAT
#GoBeckett

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health.

April 29, 2013

UPDATE (4/29/13)

What a goofy day…but all-in-all, a good day.

Today began with me walking up to Beckett’s room seeing him being held by a women I had yet to meet…and she was singing to him. I thought, “that’s odd.” She immediately introduced herself and said that she is part of Music Therapy here at Riley. Well, that helped make a little more sense of the situation. She had a beautiful and peaceful voice and slowly put Beckett to sleep in her arms…it was pretty cool. At nearly the same time, the doctors walked by to “round”. They stopped at Beckett’s room and began their conversation. A few things stood out as they conversed such as Beckett’s crit being 39 (still) and further discussion about weaning his fentanyl. I politely interjected and shared that I was under the impression we were going to be talking to the pharmacists, Bill, about a weaning schedule. Immediately a hand was stuck out through the wall of doctors in which I then heard, “Hi, I’m Bill.” “Ahhhhh, Hi Bill.” (it was kinda awkward) So, I played it off and said, “Perfect…so Bill, what do you think the weaning schedule should be?” We all proceeded to discuss probable scenarios and agreed that Beckett should be weaned from the fentanyl .25 every-other-day. This, however, will have Beckett off the fentanyl in roughly 12 days! Woah! That would be awesome. However, at that point, we will then need to begin working on weaning him off the methadone, then the milrinone, etc… Please pray that this wean goes well and is completely successful, as this is a critical step in the overall healing process. Back to his crit level being at 39, I had to throw in my 2 cents there as well. We had noticed in the past when his crit (the oxygen carrying capacity in his blood) was on the lower end, and if it wouldn’t get treated immediately, it was pretty much already turning a direction it should not go. I explained how well Beckett responds to transfusions and advocated on his behalf to please watch that number closely. I slipped in a “he may need a transfusion today”, but didn’t want to push the issue (just picking my battles, right?). I later spoke with Cardiology, and they said they personally would prefer the crit to be above 40. Sooo, all this info got tucked into the back of my head until it seemed applicable later. I held and played with Beckett many time throughout the day today, but noticed that his oxygen levels were really goofy. When I first came in to his room this morning, his support was at 42 (we want 21). It has seems to consistently climb and climb over the past few days. I asked the nurse about it, and she affirmed me that they were watching it. At one point while Beckett was sleeping, the nurse turned Beckett’s oxygen down to 30 just to see how he would respond….and he responded just fine. He then woke up and began to tussle around in bed and his oxygen dropped (so his support had to come back up). Sooo, now he was back at around 40 again, but wouldn’t come up far enough on his actual oxygen saturation levels within the desired range. Sooo, the nurse kept turning him up, and up, and up. There was still hardly any change. It eventually got as high as 65 today, and yet, he was barely in the appropriate range we want him. I couldn’t help but inquire how unusual this is. We decided that we need to let the doctors know. They came and observed his current lower blood pressure (it wasn’t bad…just low), his abnormally high oxygen support, and yet how calm and normal he was looking and breathing….so she ordered a blood gas. His gas came back just fine, so the conclusion was made…he needs blood. The order got placed and he will be receiving it later this evening. We hope that by increasing the amount of blood in his body, more oxygen will/can be carried throughout…this, in theory, should/could help increase his stability to require less oxygen support and get that areas of his recovery back on track once again. I don’t know if any of that was easy to follow…but in essence, that was Beckett’s day.

I was made aware earlier this evening by my sister that a couple she knows from Fort Wayne are having their baby life-flighted down here to Riley. Coincidently, I overheard them clearing a space near Beckett’s room for a baby that’s coming down via life-flight from Fort Wayne. It may be them. I stalked their profile and found that they have had a pretty trying time since their little boy was born a week ago, and that this is a pretty scary transfer. Apparently, the doctors don’t really know what’s “wrong”…that’s why he’s being sent down here. The baby’s name is Kye, so please pray for him and his parents as we have and are experiencing many of the same feelings they are right now. I hope to only be a support and encouragement to them (if we even meet them) during these troubling times. Also, Leah and I tag-team once again this evening. She worked all day today, and I’ll be heading back home once she gets here later this evening. Please pray for safe travels and perseverance to “stay the course” and be the support we need for each other and certainly for Beckett. And please pray for Beckett. I ask for each of you to beg for complete healing; even if you don’t believe in a God, my God, any God…please pray and ask for the complete healing of Beckett’s little body. We are believing in a miracle, and have seen many thus far. #GoBeckett! #ODAAT

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health.

April 28, 2013

UPDATE (4/28/13)

Today has been yet another good day! With that being said, lets dive right in:
They decided to wean the fentanyl again today. We voiced our concern and after discussing it, since they upped the methadone on Friday and he has gotten six doses since then, they explained that this is a good window to decrease the fentanyl and that we need to take advantage if it.

Also, he’s 11 pounds today!!! Yay! We need that to continue to go up-n-up-n-up!

My parents were here yet again this weekend, and they both had a chance to hold Beckett for a while. I’m glad they were able to do that, it had been a long time since either of them have. They, my family, along with Leah’s family have been a great help and encouragement to us these past (looong) 4 months. So here’s a sad attempt to give them all a quick shout-out as a thank you for everything! You guys are amazing!

Lastly, some of Beckett’s previous primary nurses from St. Vincent’s NICU visited today! It was so good to see them again, and you could just tell Beckett felt just as comfortable as always around them while they held and loved on him. They said how much they and everybody else over there @ St. V’s miss him, but then they said that they do appreciate not being the one poking and prodding him anymore. They are now actually allowed to hug and kiss him! 🙂

Whelp, that’s about it. Please pray for another good day tomorrow. I should be meeting with Bill, the guru pharmacist here to hopefully put together a good weaning schedule for Beckett. Also, Leah will be at work once again tomorrow…sooo, please pray that it’s a nice calm day for Beckett while she is gone so far away.

Thanks everyone! #ODAAT #GoBeckett

Oh, and happy 4 month old birthday, Beckett! I love you son!

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health.

April 27, 2013

UPDATE (4/27/13)

Today has been a better day. It began with a great conversation with Cardiology. By “great”, I mean that we felt like we were able to clearly communicate a few of our concerns and felt as if we “had a voice” and were “heard”. Our ideas seemed to be acknowledged and carry some credibility as viable options that have yet to be considered.

Beckett continued to whimper here-n-there throughout the day, but the general consensus is that he’s withdrawing off his pain meds by continuing to build up more of a tolerance to them every day/week/month he is still on them. We plan to have a conversation with the well respected pharmacist here at Riley on Monday. He’s apparently the guru around here to figuring out healthy and effective wean schedules for babies. Other than that, he actually slept a while in Mommy’s arms and had a fairly calm day.

So, we just hang tight and will hopefully just enjoy a “normal” day tomorrow of enjoying Beckett and helping him through any withdrawal symptoms. This has been an issue we’ve seemed to constantly deal with at St. V’s (and even at Peyton Manning), and its a relentless plague until we can officially get all these pain meds out of his system once-and-for-all. This will take a while, so we continue to learn patience and trust God’s timing through it all (easier said/typed than done).

Please continue to pray for wisdom from the medical staff, patience on our part, clear communication, recent issues of house repairs, finishing my semester strong, Leah’s commute to work, and certainly Beckett’s complete healing! One day at a time (#ODAAT). #GoBeckett!

(Oh, and it’s Beckett’s 4 month old birthday tomorrow!! Yay!)

— with Leah ‘Whiteley’ Rupp at Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health.