Jack has an NG tube. I feed him through it. Which means mixing powder like baby formula. I am very unfamiliar to this as I breast fed all three of my children exclusively. Monday night the tube became clogged. The clouds rolled in. Emotionally and physically exhausted, I thought I will not make it through another trip to the ER. I called Jack's dad. He said he was traveling. He is always conveniently out of town. Two weeks ago, the time I spent five days straight at Columbia, his dad was unable to come because he had to take the key to our house in Vermont to the realtor. I later found out he took his new girlfriend on a ski vacation. In December he was on the west coast with his new girlfriend.
So yesterday morning I packed Jack and went back to the ER. Determined to get out in record time I bullied my way through. Business as usual the ER was filled with kids from the area whose parents refused to get a primary doctor with fevers of 98. Hardly something that should bring you to one of the top teaching hospitals in the country's ER.
This trip had a happy ending. They decided to pull Jack's NG tube and let him try a low fat diet. Jack and I were giddy on the car ride home. Jack no longer has a tube running down to his nose. He does not need to be fed every three hours through the night. I actually got to have a night out.
He put on his back pack and for the first time in a month headed out the door to school As I write this I find myself wondering how his day is going, sitting next to the phone waiting for a call. So far so good...
My baby boy is out of the hospital, without a pic line or an NG tube. All is right with the world, for now.
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