Mommy and I are both smiling.
We like Doctor D. Holmes Morton. We like Nurse Donna, too.
First the doctor told Mommy all the good reasons why I don’t need that tube anymore.
~The tube causes reflux by keeping the hole into my tummy open. That burning feeling might make me not want to eat very much.
~The tube might bother my throat when I swallow. That would make me not want to eat very much, too.
~I have shown that I can drink enough. In fact, I finished up a 95 mL bottle right before Dr. Morton’s very eyes. (Two hours after I started it.)
~My heart is fixed, so it’s not needing extra energy.
~If I get a feeding pump, I’ll never get rid of the tube, says Dr. Morton. Daddy and Mommy are so grateful that He kept them from getting the pump last weekend. Sometimes God provides by taking away a need!
~I’m up near the top of the Down syndrome height and weight charts. Daddy and Mommy and Dr. Morton and Nurse Donna are all quite sure I will not shrivel away to nothing.
The nurse listened to the doctor giving all these reasons for pulling the tube. She heard Mommy say that she absolutely agreed with this common sense. The nurse quietly took the socks off my hands to see if I wanted to pull it out myself.
But I didn’t, so Mommy and the nurse did it for me.
Dr. Morton said Mommy should not keep calling the cardio nurse with my weights. He will “run interference” for Mommy with Dr. Chowdhury. While they fight it out, I will show everyone what I can do.
Mommy is only supposed to let me drink for half an hour, and then make me wait about four hours. (Unless I cry pitiably before then, of course.) They just want me to get hungry enough to want to work at this.
Mommy will also keep stimulating the nerves in and around my mouth, and will help me work my mouth muscles like her friend told her to on the phone last night.
Oh yes, I’m taking medicine for that infection in my incision. I’m also taking Maxi Baby-dophilus to keep the rest of me healthy while I’m taking the medicine. And Mommy will wash my sore place with Epsom salts.
Now do you know what Mommy and I are smiling about tonight?
Thank you, God, for lifting our burden.