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Issue 81: When Special Education Fails to Be Special
3/4 of a pound. I can eat 3/4 of a pound of Oreos...or chocolate cake...or pizza. And if I did, I would gain 3.4 pounds, or maybe 34 pounds if I made it a habit to eat that way. But not Jerry. Jerry can eat an entire can of Spaghetti O's, a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, and a macaroni and cheese bowl...for breakfast - and he gains only 3/4 of a pound! Oh if only I could isolate that child's metabolism structure, bottle it, and market it. I'd be able to afford to eat 3/4 of a pound of every delicacy I delight in.
Yesterday was Jerry's GI appointment, the first one since his tube was removed. It was slow going at first. While he definitely ate more with the absence of an obstruction going down the back of his throat, he still had to be careful not to overdo it for fear that the waves of nausea would present themselves again. But then something happened in the last week and a half and that boy has been making up for lost time ever since! He is eating non-stop. As I type this, he is eating a chicken pot pie - before school.
The doctor was not concerned with his lack of weight gain because, while it was only minuscule, 3/4 of a pound is still 3/4 of a pound. We'll take it! Ideally, she would like to see him at 78 pounds. Coincidentally, I would like to see me at 78 pounds too! So that is our new goal for him. We go back in two months to see where he is at and have to call them immediately if the nausea and/or vomiting return.
On another note, we donated his unopened and leftover feeding tube bags to the doctor's office so that they could gift them to a family whose insurance maybe doesn't cover the at-home feeding supplies. The 9 cases of leftover Pediasure baby formula went to the Women's Resource Center in Brandon to bless some new momma and her wee one. God is good...how He can take something that was a burden and tribulation from one family and use it to bless another. Typical. And I don't believe it was a coincidence or random chance that those things in those quantities were left over either. They will be the perfect amount for who and what God has in mind for them. It's called grace.
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a mom. I am an author. In that order.