Are we in the 96% or the 4%?
This has been such an interesting and intense trip. I am sitting on a bed in the Mariott Hotel, south of Graz, near the airport. There’s nothing around here. Desolate industrial park, next to a lake resort where people live/camp for the summer. There is an adrenalin park at the lake, a bunch of playgrounds, boats to rent, zip line across the water, restaurants and beer gardens. But no one is going there. It’s empty.
We are heading back home to Portland in a few days. August’s three-week tube weaning program ended last Friday. We thought we were going to pull out his button and toss it in the river. We didn’t. We thought he would be eating and drinking a ton of calories by now, he’s not. As usual with this unique little guy, nothing is going as I thought it would. August has never followed anyone else’s schedule of “developmental milestones”. He has always performed the unexpected. When doctors talk about the small chance of complication or the minimal occurrence of failure or the normal course of events, I just look at them and say, “well this IS August we are talking about and we should expect the unexpected.”
With a 96% reported success rate for this program, I expected August to not be one of the four percent. I hoped we would go home tube-free. I expected him to learn how to eat enough orally to sustain himself. So far, this is the progress that I see:
August does drink more milk (he was up to 1/2 liter a day)
He is able to control his saliva better (less drooling)
He is interested in eating more, and does eat more (at least puts more in his mouth)
He is able to concentrate on an activity for a longer period of time
What I continually remind myself is that we have not used August’s tube for nutrition since July 9th. And that is pretty awesome. We have never been able to do that. He has lost a bunch of weight, down to 9.25 kg from 9.9 when we started, but the average weight loss for kids who go through this program is 10% and he’s not there yet.
The hospital absolutely counts August as a success. We learned a lot, we will bring a lot of new tools home with us, but there is still a part of me that says, no he’s not eating. He’s not able to sustain himself. We still worry when he doesn’t swallow his food.
When he was drinking so much dairy, he was pooping several times a day. Suddenly he stopped and he hasn’t gone in several (5???). I have lost count. We have tried enemas, suppositories, laxatives, softeners, massage, warm baths, etc. If anyone reading this has a suggestion (I am thinking alternative med ideas like herbs, Chinese herbs, acupuncture, etc.). Please post a comment with your thoughts on getting this kid moving again. Since the button is still in we can put in any nasty-tasting things we want.
We went to Salzburg for the weekend and Johnny was laid up with what we thought at the time was food poisoning, but four days later when I got it, we were suspicious. Porter spent the past two days with the same thing. Miserable, barfing, unable to be upright. Gross stomach bug took out 3/4 of us.
This has been such a wonderful and difficult journey for us…for all the families here that have to feed their child through a tube. I have met some wonderful families. It’s been so comforting to be around other parents who “get it”. Who understand the isolation, the frustration, the absolute fear we live with when our children don’t eat. Can’t eat. We have machines keeping them alive. We rely on plastic buttons, tubes and bags. We spend a small fortune on supplies and tests and surgeries and appointments and therapies. We’ve spent hours that add up to days, that add up to weeks in waiting rooms. We dread taking our kids to the doctor or the hospital for their health needs for fear they will catch something. We don’t sign them up for play groups or music class or pre-school. We don’t take them to indoor playparks, or messy art, or mom’s group. Mom’s group? It saved my life after Porter was born. I can’t let Porter go play with his friends if anyone in their house is sick, for fear of August catching something. The other parents here–they get it.
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