That's how long Milo had (yup, past tense) his g-tube.
He was just over 2 months old when I finally gave in and let them place a g-tube. I resisted until it became clear he could not safely drink from a bottle. He tried but the formula ended up in his lungs. The only way to get him home was to put in a g-tube. At the same time the surgeon preformed a Nissen Fundoplication to prevent him from refluxing. The type of g-tube that was placed is a button style so at least he didn't have a long tube to pull on when he wasn't eating.
Complications...
In those days, Milo never did anything the easy way. There were complications from surgery. Just 12 days later his small intestines pushed their way thorough the incision so back to surgery he went. This time the surgeon placed retaining sutures (the red in the picture below) to keep him closed up and allow everything to heal.
Over the last 6 years I had a love/hate relationship with that g-tube. He clearly needed it to survive but it also caused other issues that took some time to figure out. Gagging and wretching were the worst to watch. He was so miserable but finally I figured it out and we got the right medication to stop that. Formula was another issue, he was allergic to nearly every kind. Eventually I learned to blend up real food and put that through his tube.
Learning to eat...
Day of Removal 6/5/2013
Not very excited about having his picture taken |
48 hours later....
Not everyone has 2 belly buttons! |
Our compromise...
Milo has only ever known life with a g-tube, it was part of him. He was very emotionally attached to it. About a year ago I made the comment to him that if he kept eating well we could take his g-tube out, he quit eating all together. It took me a few days to make the connection. I backed off and let him regain the confidence to eat and told him that he could decide when to remove it. His pediatrician said it was very common for kids to react this way. This year I knew it was time so we started talking about taking his tube out. Every time I started a conversation about removing his tube he would cry, finally he sobbed "but I will miss it". I came up with an idea, a compromise of sorts. I told him we would put it in a little box so can look at it and hold it anytime he felt sad because his button was gone. He liked that idea and was ready to remove the tube right then and there but I made him wait for clearance from his pediatrician. I found a small clear box normally used for displaying golf balls at The Container Store. It is just the right size for a button, and most importantly, hard to get open. It is the perfect size to hold on to but his little hands can't open the box and loose the button. As soon as the g-tube was removed and he was bandaged he wanted to put the tube in his box. I did bring the box with us as well as a new button so we decided to put a nice new clean button in the box since the one that came out of him was pretty yucky. He knows right where his box is too :0)
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