We have had an awesome day today. Jonah ate 22.6 ounces, and all without a fight. I still had to get him semi-asleep first, but he pretty steadily gulped it down... almost like he wanted it. Twenty-two point six ounces! Praise God!
And then he took a nap for two hours and fifteen minutes!
And then Matt came home and I got to go to Target (true it was for formula and Pediasure, but who cares)!
It has been an awesome day!
Our appointments have been moved up. We have our clinic appointment with the surgeon on Monday at 10:00 am, and we will meet with the anesthesiologist afterwards.
Jonah's surgery is scheduled for Wednesday, but if he continues eating okay, we'll postpone it until after Thanksgiving. Of course Jonah is our priority, so if he starts having really low days again, Wednesday it will be. But man, I'd love to be able to wait until after Thanksgiving. I could really use a holiday. I need to get out of this house and eat lots of carbs and spend time with family. We are supposed to head to Florence on Wednesday night, and Matt's sister and her family are flying down from NY, AND all the extended family (from Florida and Alabama) are coming too. And we'd love to be there.
But if Jonah needs a g-tube on Wednesday, so it goes. We spent Easter in the hospital. We can do Thanksgiving there too if we need to. Unfortunately the hospital is on major flu precautions, so only Matt and I will even be allowed on the Pediatric Floor. That will be weird. When we were in the NICU, our friends and family basically took over the waiting room. It was ridiculously wonderful. :)
Regardless, I think Matt and I have decided that we are moving forward with the g-tube. He's just too inconsistent, and we feel it's what's best for him. It will help Jonah be better nourished and more consistently so. It will help me be a better mother. And it will provide a way to give Jonah the medicines and vitamins he needs without making him hate food and liquid coming toward his mouth. I also think it's smart to have a "back-up" for when he's in pain and can't eat. I think it's the right decision.
But it's still scary, and it still sucks. It just does.
So now I'm praying for wisdom as to the when of it all. I'm praying for wise, careful, and humble doctors. I'm praying for Jonah's sweet trachea, for no damage, for smooth sailing.
And I'm praying for many, many, many more happy days.