I won't bore you with the details (I've already bored my entire network of friends and family), but Froggy had her g-tube peg pull Monday. They yanked the old tube out of her belly and put in a less permanent corflo. The nurse kept warning us that we should step out of the room, but there was NO WAY we were doing to let the Frog go through that alone. Geez, it was hard enough, but to hear her crying from the other side of the door would have been awful.
It's a transisitional tube that will eventually be replaced by the mic-key. This has been a tough week of equipment adjustment and some mishaps. Let's just say I've changed the sheets on the bed a few times. There's nothing like bile shooting from a tube in the middle of the night to wake you up! Better than caffeine. It's a Foldger's commercial, but with barf. Sorry, it's late. I get punchy after midnight. On that note, goodnight.