Tomorrow’s Tubiversary marks:
12 NG-tubes and the accompanying tube changes, which included…
…2 tubes pulled out by accident and 3 that broke unexpectedly;
4 pump backpacks worn out and replaced (and number 5 will be needed soon);
approximately 70 Feeding Friends stickers and 60 strips of Tegaderm used to keep that tube firmly stuck to the side of his face;
and at least 3 other tapes tried, tested and rejected;
1 Christmas, 1 Easter and several birthdays survived and celebrated;
Nearly 1 whole school year achieved with only a few days off;
1 week away in Cornwall enjoyed;
4 weekend trips planned, packed for and successfully negotiated;
5 safe foods and 2 safe oils identified and back in his diet, resulting in…
…around 15 new recipes adapted and perfected…
…4 new kitchen gadgets invested in and well-used…
…and impressively 16 restaurants found to be amazingly able and willing to accommodate the trickiest of dietary requirements
Not forgetting:


410 litres of E028 pumped
12 daily medicines reduced to just 3;
nearly 3kg of weight gained
5cms of height grown
And including:
12 months of stock counting, and rotating, and checking, and ordering
52 weeks of new syringes and dressings
365 days dealing with pumps beeping – …on…off…start…stop…blockages…settings…errors…”just becauses”!
8,760 hours of making sure
the tube is tight enough, taped enough, in the right place enough…and not getting caught on anything
525,600 minutes of longing to be able to hold or stroke or kiss that precious little face without the tube getting in the way
Countless tears shed, hugs shared and frustrations vented
All amounting to…
One year of the best health ever


Having had that much-needed rest, M started to lose that haunted look that had been plaguing him for a few weeks and we finally seemed to have turned the corner and be back on track. We agreed on a new short list of foods to challenge in the run up to Christmas and had finally restarted where we had left off, more or less. However, last weekend, with another 3 unsuccessful attempts at reintroductions to chalk up to experience, tensions started to build and emotions threatened to overwhelm the tenuous calm that had just begun to settle. The final straw broke when G asked Mike and me to taste and review her cupcakes for her Food and Textiles homework. With hot, angry tears cascading down his cheeks, M crawled on to my lap to fitfully confide that it “just wasn’t fair” that everyone else could eat cakes when he couldn’t. Gently stroking his back, I offered to whip up a batch of one of the few sweet treat recipes I’ve managed to adapt for him in the last 12 months:
as I weighed and measured out everything I needed, M’s interest was piqued and he pulled up the step-stool to stand by my side and help out. He rolled up his sleeves, washed and then floured his hands and, having selected an interesting array of cookie cutters, brandished my trusty rolling-pin to roll out the gingerbread dough on my pastry board. He chose to use the Christmas cutters as well as the odd one or two Mr Men ones, which have survived from my childhood and spent hours planning out to most effectively cut the shapes from the dough in front of him. We ended up with an impressive batch and I am heartily assured by my trustworthy taste-testers that they more than fit the brief and hit the mark!




















