Whirlwind

Well, Wednesday after being home for a couple hours, I got a call from someone at Vandy saying that we left without getting any training on the feeding tube and that we really needed to have that so we can make sure it is always in properly before we try to feed her through it.  They said it wouldn't take long and they were sorry for the miscommunication but we needed to come back up there.  So, the kids and I got ready and off we went.  

We got there pretty quickly and were taken back within a few minutes.  Then the nurse showed me what we needed to learn and we were out of there in about 15 minutes.  It was time for snack so we stopped for a quick bite that we brought with us and then we were on our way home.  We were lucky to get out of there before traffic started up!  We only hit one patch of it on the way home.

Taylor did good the rest of the day, but she still didn't really eat.  At dinner time, the house was a little chaotic and the Lady with the feeding pump showed up to drop everything off and teach us how to use everything.  At the same time, the baby started getting fussy.   Thank God someone brought us a meal this night, or that really would have been a mad house trying to cook.  The lady was really slow and didn't really know the equipment at all.  I was figuring it out before she was and that combined with a crazy day, a whiney hungry tired baby, and dinner being put on the table with chatty kids, made for a stress bomb in dear old mom.  It was really chaotic.  I was starving but had to be with this lady to learn this stuff; but I tried to eat while the lady was doing stuff and talking to me and I went back and forth between food and baby and looking at machine.... it was insane.  The other kids were vying for me at times too.  Finally the lady left, I got to finish eating, and got the baby fed and in bed... I have never been so stressed in my life.  I am not sure exactly why I got like I did, maybe the day after day after day and lack of sleep and load after load of LIFE... but I was so ready to pop;  I kept trying to breathe and it just wasn't enough to bring me down.  Every little thing was amplified.   I had to just get away from people for a bit.  On edge was an understatement...  I asked friends for prayer and soon after I calmed a bit and got Taylor set up on her first feed.  She slept on the couch.  Once all the kids were down, I was finally mostly diffused and was able to relax a bit that night.  Taylor slept great and the first feeding went great as well.