Today my poor little boy had to endure hours (like 10) of not being fed so he could undergo tests to see if he has acid reflux. We don't know yet if he has reflux, but we do know, courtesy an x-ray, that his feeding tube went in his nose, down his throat, into his belly, curled around, and came back out to empty into his esophagus. No wonder he sounded wet and icky!
Actually, I don't know how much that was affecting him when he nippled and such, but "it didn't help!" in the words of his nurse practitioner.
You should have seen him, though. He cried if he didn't have his pacifier, but he also looked around, listened to me sing, held my hand, and was just so cute. He is so precious. Adorable. Wonderful. Miraculous.
In other news, Lydia spent a long, fun day with her Daddy at work. Today was Homecoming for the Grey Ghosts, and she had lunch at school, drew on his whiteboard, saw the Homecoming parade, went out for pizza, and went to the football game. She had a blast.
Also, Bennet is cutting another tooth. He's grumpier than usual, but still so cute. He is so expressive with his hand gestures, grunts, and babbles. Also, I'm pretty sure he says, "tickle, tickle, tickle" "mama," "dada," light," "dia" for Lydia, and "ah dah!" means he's happy.
Lastly, about the breastmilk. I have quite a bit in storage, and James gets it in his feeding tube, which is what we'll continue to do at home until the milk is gone or he's no longer feeding through the g tube. I cannot put him to breast because milk is too thin for him to handle. In fact, the only way he is able to take a bottle is if he has a mixture of rice cereal and formula. Breastmilk contains an enzyme that breaks down starches so a bottle of breastmilk and cereal would be one consistency at the beginning of a feeding and another, unsafe consistency at the end.