This morning Ellie and I went with Abby to watch Abby play soccer in the women's league. We left Abby at the game 30 minutes before it started and Ellie and I went to coffee and donuts before the game started. There is just something about going to Dunkin' Donuts with your baby on a Sunday morning that made me feel really good. Maybe it was Ellie snuggling in to be shy from the woman behind me or maybe it was the fact that I was finally there with all of the other families getting crappy breakfast.
Whatever it was it was very nice. It was even better to wheel Gut Girl and the wonder dog across the field to watch the games that I watched with just Gus last summer. Letting Abby show Ellie off to the women on her team who had only heard about her problems over the last year was very cool, too.
Ellie's new feeding strategy is working well and today we added some very well blended Dad-made oatmeal to the mix of high fiber fruits and cereals. So far things have worked very well for her with ostomy outputs (liquid into the bag) decreasing and the amount of food that travels through her colon increasing. This gets us more traditional poops and the occasional 'ass-polsion' of poop down the leg and in the bed.
Just like regular parents.
Today's minor technicalities led us to our first ever change of a g-tube without a nurse to help. A g-tube is an ingenious little device. A $1400 ingenious device, but still ingenious. ah, Blue Cross....
Today we replaced our third ostomy in three days and knew we had to replace the g-tube. This was nerve wracking for us because we hadn't done it without a nurse but it was surprisingly simple. Deflate the old one, pull it out , pop the new one in, hold it in place and re-inflate with clean water.
It worked just that easily. The old one, besides being gross and smelly from living in Gut Girl's belly, was leaky and wouldn't keep a seal. We hope the new one works better.
The other technicality came when I decided to make Elecare formula to fill Ellie's pump this afternoon. Just like very evening, I added the powder to the pop top canister to make 20 ounces of formula and shook it. In our living room as I watched the Red Sox.
The top opened and the formula went everywhere. I mean everywhere. I went for distance and got it on the floor, the couch, the lamp, the wall, the table, the dog, the laundry and the ceiling. It looked like a very sticky Jackson Pollock in white. Fortunately, Labradors like sugary stuff and Gus helped me out by cleaning up most of the mess. We will see how well his GI tract likes elemental formula. He still has Elecare crusted on his fur.
I guess we can file this under regular dad stuff, but it was funny anyway. Even for Abby who hates sticky formula and was well within her rights to give me hell for being so stupid. She didn't and laughed harder than I did.
Lesson learned. Make formula in the kitchen.