Our feeding tube had been mentioned and talked about for a while, but when it was placed was pretty much a snap desicion based on evidence of aspiration, making it a less of a choice and more of an urgent medical necessity to protect her airways and lungs.
To my surprise, Wriggles transitioned pretty well to the G-tube. We only had one real incidence whereby she obviously missed having a bottle. Maybe I was 'lucky' that her delay in communication meant she just couldn't communicate her distress more frequently, maybe she is just wonderfully easygoing, maybe her slightly muddled up sensory signals meant she herself couldn't process missing things and any subsequent hunger or lack of oral stimulation or maybe a little of all of the above. I think by the time the g-tube was placed, both of us and all the nurses we had come to know exceptionally well, were just so delighted to see the back of the NG that frankly anything would have done! The NG was necessary at the time but was just horrible. The worst part about it was it's impermanence and against the tide of reflux that swept daily meant it needed replacing so frequently. When it was first decided that tube feeding was the plan, the nurses gave us a silk NG which can be kept in for 4-6 weeks. It lasted under 24 hours. 3 silk tubes later and it was clear we may as well go with the standard ones used in hospital as they were not going to stay down that long. And they didn't. I think the longest Wriggles kept one in for was 36 hours, and that was strictly a one off. Her gag reflex and reflux was so unpredictable even when medicated that the tube stood no chance.
As soon as her chest was clear enough to withstand a general anaesthetic we were admitted for surgery to place the g-tube which we now have. Handing her over in theatre and walking away was a very raw moment and one I will not easily forget. The path back involved walking past the entrance to PICU, the ward we know all too well. I know the layout like the back of my hand. It is one of those places forever imprinted on my heart and one that makes my heart creak at that. Just an hour later, I practically ran back to my baby in recovery. She was so small on the big bed. So small. And so in pain. It was all I could do not to wail and thrash myself. Slightly hesitantly I picked her up, so afraid of hurting her. I peeked under her huge surgical down and saw the new tube. At that point, she was still very small for her age and the tube looked enormous poking out of her tummy. A horrid part of me felt revulsion at this alien object piercing her beautiful unblemished skin and an overwhelming sense of dread that just maybe, I had made the wrong decision. After all, there was no getting away from the permanence now. This was staying in until at least a further operation.
Back on the ward, she required oxygen for the next 24 hours or so. Once we found our space, she didn't move from my lap for the rest of the day. I think I had one bathroom break. Never has she sat so still, writhing in discomfort. Just hours earlier she had been so full of beans, smiles and giggles. Now she seemed so young, so helpless. The responsibility of being a mother, advocate and guardian never weighed so heavily on my shoulders. I had consented to this for her.
|Inspecting her new addition|
Of course we couldn't. As we had discovered in the past, paediatricians do not give feeding tubes lightly. We have now had the g-tube for four months. It feels like forever. In some ways, it has of course complicated things especially daily care. A lot more is medicalised and our movements are slightly restricted by needing to adhere to a feeding plan and having lots of equipment. But in other ways, things are simpler. Easy as: feeding tube = less chance of aspiration = less chance of admission to hospital! We haven't had an admission now for 3 months, which is one of the longest stretches ever to have been out of hospital. Yes, we have a super long way to go until we don't rely on the tube but now I accept that the tube is here to stay and that is that. And as for my little tubie? Frankly, I could take lessons from that girl. The way children take things in their stride and adapt never ceases to amaze me. Nothing is stopping that girl from doing what she wants. Not a feeding pump, not a piece of medical grade silicone protruding, not nothing. We still struggle with oral feeding. Reflux is still as unpredictable as ever even with medication. There are still fears about aspiration. There are still respiratory issues. But my little girl is growing, smiling and taking life with both hands and that is what matters.