Tube Update

Little Man no longer has a tube, he is now the proud owner of a button. We didn't get home until one last night. First there was much wrangling between departments. Kind of, I didn't do the first time, so I don't want to do it this time. For some reason the GI resident couldn't do it, radiology wouldn't do it and the general surgeon wouldn't either. Eventually they put in an IV, sedated him, pulled out the catheter that was keeping the stoma, (hole) open and placed a button instead. I will follow up with GI on tues and we will see if they just want to leave it, (my favorite option) and or do something else, (my least favorite option)
I guess it cements the boy's frequent flyer status that almost every single doctor, nurse and IV team member remembered Little Man, and worst, or perhaps best of all, remembered how incredibly difficult he can be. It helps cut down on arguments or impossible suggestions, like doing just about anything without sedation.
I was kind of having a bad day yesterday anyway, so the fact that Little Man began to vomit in the car on the way home, was the perfect topping to an already awful day. He puked BETWEEN the seats. Not between the front and back seats, no, he threw up inbetween the two van seats, the little bitty crack. Dripping vomitus.
Bald Man and I were supposed to go on a date last night for Valentine's Day. It says a lot when neither of us said a word about it, just sighed, straightened our shoulders and went about the business of caring for our boy.
Hopefully I can find some time this weekend to do a proper FIF post. Thanks for your kind comments, I appreciate them.