Eliot's new g-tube is awesome. It is light years easier to manage than the naso-gastric tube she had for 10 months. From last Thursday to Friday morning (the day of her surgery), the n/g tube got pulled out five times: four by Eliot, and once by Owen. That means, I had to put it back down her throat and into her stomach five different times in a day and a half. Imagine the gagging and choking that ensues with having something slide down your throat . . . FIVE times! It was - without a doubt - time for the g-tube, and Mike and I are thrilled with our decision. I think Eliot is too. She has been feeling great since sleeping off the anesthesia, and is tolerating all of her feeds beautifully.
We will continue to try to feed Elie solid food three times a day. The hope is that not having something taped to her face and tickling her throat will help her eating progress.
Ding Dong! The Tube is dead. Which old Tube? The Wicked Tube!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Tube is dead.
Yo-ho, where'd it go?
It once was high, now it's low.
Ding Dong! The Wicked Tube is dead!
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What a great way to start the week!!! Love to see that precious face..
So glad things went well!
Tara
How you gonna read 17 Magazine to that baby?! Now she's going to start asking for botox and gucci bags. :-/
ALSO - She looks super happy about not having that tube up her nose.
AND - I totally just bought that same little striped polo dress for Lilah to wear next Fall. :-D
SO happy it went well!!!
But, um, where's Owie-O?
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