We decided a few weeks ago that after over 7 years of Tucker
having a g-tube in his tummy, it was time for it to come out. This tube had
provided Tucker with nutrition for years, but lately it was just a nuisance as
he takes all of his food and medicines by mouth. He scratches at it often, and
baby brother tries to rip it out when he gets close enough. I put it off for a
long time, as really he should have probably got it out last summer. I called
the pediatrician’s office and the surgeon’s office, and we set the date for the
simple in-office “procedure” of taking the button out.
So I suppose my Mommy heart knew the g-tube removal would not go
smoothly. After all, this is my child we're talking about, right?
In 90% of cases, the tube is removed in the office, and it
closes on its own within one hour. So on Monday morning, we got Tucker dressed
in his school uniform, I took him to the doctor, he got the button out, then I
brought him to school. I worked at home in case the teacher called. Well, two
hours later, she called, saying that the chocolate milk he drank came out all
over his shirt and shorts. He was soaked. They have extra clothes for him, but
really why would they keep him at school if he can't eat or drink?
So I picked him up and brought him home. I called the nurse, she
said the soonest the dr would see him was Thursday morning, as him leaking was
still very normal at this point. So by Monday night it was no better, even
though I made him lay on the couch most of the day so that it wouldn't drain
out. On Tuesday Chris stayed home with him and he barely got any liquids. So
basically he ate goldfish, cheetos, and pizza all day while watching Thomas the
Train on Netflix! LOL what a life!
He still had in-home therapy starting at 3, so he at least had
some distraction. On Wednesday I called to make the Thursday appointment, and
my mom kept him for the afternoon so that I could go to work. He continued to
leak. We had a ton of gauze on his tummy, we tried using clothespins to hold
beach towels wrapped around him, and at one point I taped one of Easton's
diapers to him! Nothing held in the milk, but the poor kid was thirsty, so he
mainly laid down from Monday until Thursday eating food and having anything liquidy
come right back out. We laughed about it, calling it "Tucker's diet
plan." Well, on Wednesday night we weighed him, he lost 2 pounds in 3 days...that
is when I stopped laughing.
So on Thursday morning we went for what I thought was an appointment to
cauterize the wound. This was supposed to help it close up. So on the way to
the appointment, I started to wonder how this would actually work? If the
doctor closed up the skin wound, but the hole in his stomach was open, that
really wouldn't solve the problem. Waiting in the dr office was a comedy of
errors. Tucker kept trying to get up out of the chair, and I kept saying
"stop, you're going to leak everywhere!" The other parents must have
thought I was crazy. Then he got his foot stuck in his stroller and I could not
get it out. Then I had my water bottle in my purse and it spilled everywhere.
So I was already frazzled before the appointment even started.
I mentioned my concern about the stomach not closing up to the
doctor. He told me I had misunderstood, he would not cauterize the wound if the
stomach wasn't closed. I said great, lets get the surgery set up to get this
closed. He said "sure, but we have to put a tube back in to prevent
leaking until surgery." So basically the last four days had been for
nothing. :/
The tube was leaking a lot, but it had actually started healing;
this was evident when the dr put a new button in. They numbed it with emla
cream, and the nurse and I held his hands while the surgeon used a dilator to
open the stoma enough to put a new button in. Tucker shook and had the
goosebumps, I cried. That was too much for me, I was not expecting it. I really
think we do a good job of explaining procedures to Tucker and letting him know
what to expect. I don't lie to him; if I'm taking him to the dr for a shot, I
tell him that he'll get a shot, it's going to hurt, but it will be over soon. I
did not prepare him for this at all.
So five minutes later, he was fine and asking to go to the
toystore. We went downstairs and spent about an hour getting him pre-registered
for his surgery next week. It has been four years since he has had surgery.
Geez, how the time has flown! We have been so blessed, really, that I have
forgotten the whole pre-op, post-op procedures that used to be second nature to
me. He will have outpatient surgery this Thursday, he will be tired and maybe
in pain for Good Friday, then he'll be fine for Easter weekend. Easter really
is his favorite holiday, so it may seem like an odd time to get this done; I
just want it behind us, and the two week no-swimming recovery period behind us
before the hot Louisiana summer hits.
Thanks for all of the prayers and support! Tucker is a trooper and has done very well throughout this craziness. His parents, on the other hand, we are too old for this.