The Dreaded Feeding Tube

Shaun and I went to a morning feeding today, and I was so disappointed when we walked in. Ryan had a feeding tube down his nose, which means he probably had a bad night. We talked to the nurse and she said that he was really slow and he spit up on the night nurse so they ended up having to take care of his nutritional needs this way. It's still better than an IV- but he did so well yesterday during the day- it was hard to see another tube in him. I'm hoping that the spit up thing was because of the formula-- so I've been pumping like mad trying to keep up with the demand. Hopefully he'll do better on breastmilk. When we go in to feed Ryan, we'll do the bottle first and if he doesn't finish his bottle, the nurse will put the remaining amount in his feeding tube. So we're offically on a mission to get rid of the dumb thing and hopefully it'll be gone as quickly as it came. It's kind of a crazy thing though- the nurses are checking my milk to make sure that it has the right amount of calories and fat in it in order to feed Ryan. I had no idea that so much work went on in a NICU. I guess that was kind of naive of me- but it seems like such a small thing to worry about. I'm glad they do it though- I just wish that our pokey little kid would perk up and eat a little!