Although I am an open book about most things, one I dont usually touch upon with many is the difficulties of oldest son's eating issues. I dont discuss much because usually it eats away my insides. It's a thorn in all of our sides. Truth be told is I never thought I would be at this chapter. That my son would be 8 and he would still have a feeding tube. That my son would still be dependent on a tube to get most of his nutrition. For so long I would just ignore the issue. He was fighting to breathe and stay alive He was working on talking better and improving his speech so feeding came secondary. He had a tube, after all, which was helping him grow so "everyone" said not to stress too much. He was 3 and not talking so that came first. But in my heart, I knew I missed a big window. Its like anything, if you miss opportunity knocking at your door, it isnt bound to return. So my oldest is 8 with a feeding tube. And I blame myself for a lot. I blame myself...
Mom, cancer survivor, and wanna be writer.