Brown Goo

There really is no other way to describe it. Brown goo. For the first time in two weeks, Dalton is actually able to consume some calories and all they can give him is some brown goo. They began the tube feedings on Saturday afternoon and reached the required maximum 70ml/hour by late today. The tube that Dalton uses to eat is really very small, maybe .5cm wide. The plan is for him to "eat" (what does eat really mean, anyway) most of his food in the middle of the the night while he sleeps. Basically, he hooks himself up to a pump and the machine does the rest. It's really quite efficient actually, but not very appetizing. Then during the day at mealtimes he gives himself extra boosts through a very larger syringe. Just imagine the scene on our regular Saturday date night: I'm enjoying a juciy filet with a side of house salad (romaine lettuce, mushrooms, blue cheese, artichoke hearts, and tomatoes in a homemade vinegarette) and he's enjoying a syringe full of Nutrasource. Yum, yum.

Actually, though, I am not complaining. Since Dalton is doing so well with the tube, and his pain from the surgery has decreased significantly, they may actually be able to send him home tomorrow. Of course, that's assuming that they are able to coordinate all of the players since we need to get all of the necessary equipment delivered to our house and figure out how to manage Dalton's increasing nausea. Assuming that happens, then he will be sleeping in his own bed tomorrow.

Iain and I can't wait.