Would you feel betrayed if I told you that sometimes I post things on Facebook before I post them on my blog?
Emily's surgery is now scheduled for Monday.
If you only pray once a week, let's make Monday the day you do okay?
Speaking of Emily (I know, I know, when do I ever speak of anything else?) ...
We have needed to replace the tape holding Emily's feeding tube in place for a couple of days now.
Jason and I have avoided doing it...mostly because we're chickens.
Emily could hate a lot of things about her life: needles, IVs, x-rays, diaper changes...you get the idea.
Out of all of her options, the only thing she does hate is the minute anything or anyone even thinks about getting close to her nose.
It's so sad. Her whole little body just shakes and goes crazy. She screams and turns red and purple and chokes on her tears and we have to turn her oxygen up, etc. etc. It's miserable for all of us.
Tonight we decided to wait until she was asleep before we attempted to change the tape.
Our great plan lasted all of seventeen seconds.
We had too much old tape to remove and the little lady caught on to our antics.
See? Too much tape.
We're justified though...pulling the feeding tube out is not our best plan. Ever.
Once Emily was fully awake it was a disaster.
And then screamed.
By the time we were done we had managed to keep the feeding tube in place which is nigh unto a miracle, and Emily was worn right out.
Our secret hope is that the next time Emily comes home it will be without the blankety blank blank blank feeding tube.
I had a story to tell you but I simply can't keep my eyes open another second.
Too bad for you.
I'll try to remember to tell it to you tomorrow.
PS. Go here...my other blog...to read the sweetest letter Emily recently got in the mail.