We’ve discussed how Andrew has a feeding tube. This is no surprise. Today I’d like to discuss what goes into the feeding tube, and also what happens when you leave it unattended…
First order of business is what exactly goes into Andrew’s belly whilst he slumbers. The answer to that is a sticky formula substance called Two Cal. He gets the Vanilla flavor, even though he never actually tastes it, and it smells kind of like almost-expired french vanilla creamer. You’re all “hmm… something smells like cake” then you’re like “wait, nevermind…”. The best thing to compare it to is Ensure. For all intents and purposes, it’s the same damn thing!
Second order of business is to give a brief description of said feeding apparatuses (apparatii? apparatusys?). It’s set up like an IV, with a bag hanging from a pole and a machine that slowly distributes the formula through the tubing. Every night he hooks up a new bag, pours in 4 delicious cans of Two Cal, and waits for it to make it’s way down into the tip (stop) before hooking it up to his Mic-Key button. There have been SEVERAL (more than I would like to admit) instances of him forgetting about the wait time and thus having to clean up Two Cal. I also feel comfortable enough with you guys to say that there’s a copious amount of formula remnants on his side of the bed, his nightstand, his sheets, etc. MY side, however, is flipping pristine! Which brings me to our final order of business.
Last night our oldest and smallest dog, Storie, was acting really weird. She was running around all over the place (not unusual) and trying to dig in the bed (slightly unusual) all while her food bowl was out in the open WITH food in it (HIGHLY unusual)! Storie is a first class food hoarder and will often fall asleep in front of her bowl just so Willow and the boys can’t get any. As I’m looking at her and telling her to calm down because it’s FREAKING bed time, and I was TRYING to watch Friends, I noticed her ear was all sticky and matted down. As I mentioned this to Andrew he just said, “SHIT!” This was one of those times that he had forgotten about the wait time and while Storie and Willow were licking up the free dessert off the carpet (GROSS!) it had been dripping on their heads the whole time and now they looked like sleazy, product-happy, car salesmen and, even worse, smelled like rotten cookies mixed with feet! We took them individually into the bathroom and cleaned up their ears and the tops of their heads. Unfortunately, I did not take a picture because you’d have thought Storie was being tortured. But Willow rather enjoyed the hair dryer – so there’s that.
xo,
Amber