Stressful day yesterday. In the afternoon I get a call from the daycare saying that his tube has fallen out (and so there's a hole in his stomach). Normally, this isn't a problem. You put it back in. Or get a new gtube.
Problem is the daycare didn't notice for 3 hours. So the hole started to close. So Cindy and I rush to daycare, pull down his shirt and gasp with shock. The hole is a tiny little pinprick. We rush to the hospital and beg them to hurry up and give us a catheter.
If the hole closes, Jake needs another stomach surgery. That's a major surgery with possibly 2 weeks in the hospital.
The triage nurse is moving slowly. We insist it can be treated in 2 minutes. "Give us a catheter, now!" She says she cannot. A nurse and doctor have to come to look at the size. I tell her it's size 8.
The nurse says people are having heart attacks. I say, "But I can do it myself right this second. The hole is almost closed..."
Ahh good times.
In the end, they moved him back to a bed pretty fast and we got size 8 in him. A few hours later we eventually made the hole bigger by trying bigger sizes until the g-tube fit.
My lessons:
1) Get Jake out of daycare.
2) Have daycare move him to hospital in ambulance if this happens again. We can meet them there.
3) Buy a whole bunch of catheters from medical supply store.
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