This will be short because it's been a long, trying day. It definitely went the other day.
He only drank 4 oz of milk at daycare. Ate just over 8 oz of baby food. He drank another oz for David when he got home, but would not touch another bit after that.
At dinner he ate maybe 3 crackers and a tiny sliver of a piece of cheese.
I tried. I handed him the sippy and let him have his way. He chewed on the spout for a bit while we watched Handy Manny. Nothing.
I weighed him at bedtime and he was down to 22lb 8 oz. Considering he was up to 23lb 15 oz a week ago, that made me feel like vomiting. I know a good chunk of that is dehydration, but holy crap.
After I put him to bed I was really upset. Just nervous, worried, concerned. I was fighting tears. Just about the time I had decided I maybe needed to go have a private temper tantrum in the bedroom, Becky called to check in.
Honestly, God sent her to me to keep my sane, I think. She went through some of the notes on her tube weaning, pointed out a few good things, talked through some decisions with me about what to tube tonight to get him going again. Then we gabbed a long while and I'm feeling better now.
This isn't going to be fixed in a week. When my MIL suggested such a thing was possible, I considered homicide. So maybe I need to chill the fuck out and realize it's not going to happen overnight.
Back in the NICU they used to tell us it was a roller-coaster. I keep telling people it was more like bungee jumping. Even roller coasters aren't as drastic and sudden as the NICU ride. Well, that seems to apply to tube-weaning, too. He drinks 5oz one morning and I'm sailing on wind, invincible. But we have a day like today and I can see the ground screeching towards my face at break-neck speeds and I'm just praying the cord catches.
Right now, I just have to get through each day as it comes.
Please keep praying for us. Good eating & drinking thoughts for Robbie and please- patient, faithful thoughts for me.