And yes, it’s still a little bit of a mess for my very Type A personality. On our new regimen, Calder has been anything but predictable. Ginny gave rather nebulous instructions about how to decide when to tube him every day, so at each feed a decision needs to made. It’s not that our nurse cannot handle making this decision herself, not necessarily, but for what I consider such a crucial process, I feel it’s my mommy duty to help guide these decisions, to at least set some parameters, and that means that through the early stages, I want to be consulted. I know that for most kids, eating comes naturally. And while Calder clearly has the drive to be gobbling things up, at least sometimes, it’s not quite that easy, and there’s a little bit more riding on his ability to do so. It’s not just like hey, my kid might become dependent on this paci, I don’t want him to be nine years old and still sucking on it. For me, it’s more like hey, I don’t want my kid dependent on this G-tube when he’s in elementary school. Heck, daycare, for that matter. I could be a little overly anxious about this, I admit it. But let’s just say that for now, I take some comfort in the fact that while I’m upstairs teleworking, our nurse can easily pop upstairs to check with me my opinion on when to tube him, and when not to.
|okay, i see your point.|
|only missing the mint julep|