Argh! 2 steps forward and 3 steps back
Oh, and watch out for the rant that is about to follow...
On Friday, we went to the hospital for Bea's cast change and I was delighted! Her foot was at a 90 degree angle to her leg after only one week. We weighed her without her cast and she was 7lb 2oz. Got her home and after her 1pm feed she was so sick, that she vomitted the ng tube out of her nose
It was only hanging in by a couple of centimetres. So I rang the nurse, she told me to pull out the remaining tube as I couldn't get it back down, and take her to the hospital to have another tube put in.
Now, I'm sure I've moaned mentioned before that we don't live near the hospital, and I had already been there in the morning.
So, I had to go and collect dds from school first, take dd1 to a pre-organised play date, then take dd2 with me to the hospital where they made us wait in the playroom until they had 2 nursers available to put the tube down. Now, bearing in mind the consultant has said, 'Stay away from germs, stay out of hospital as much as possible' (Umm, I'm trying
), I couldn't understand why we were put in the playroom with toddlers coughing their germs everywhere and coming over to take a look. The mums saying, 'Aww, look at the pretty ickle babby, aww are you stroking her head?' And the tiger inside me is screaming, 'Get your germs away from my baby, an infection could kill her'
Sorry, I know that is uncharitable and I am being PFB, but I'm working so hard to protect Beatrice, and it all gets undone at the bloody hospital. 
We had to wait in the germ infested pit playroom for over an hour before the nurses were free. I asked what I should do, bearing in mind Beatrice's sickness still hadn't stopped, and she said to wait until Monday then bring her in again. But we've been told to keep her away from the hospital! I then had to battle through the Friday night rush hour through the town centre with a crying Bea who by now hadn't eaten for over 5 hours, and a hungry dd2, who had been a little gem. Then had to pick dd1 up from playdate on the way home. So by the time I got to bed on Friday, I felt like I had been hit by a bus. Dh went away for the weekend with a friend, so my mum came to stay and I began to teach her how to tube feed. Beatrice continued to be sick.
We waited it out until this eveing, then dh rang the nurse's office, but noone got back to him so he tried the GP who has prescribed Gaviscon to see if that helps the sickness. But it made the feed so thick I had to push the entire feed through the ng tube, rather than a gravity feed, and Beatrice was still uncomfortable (but hasn't been sick yet, fingers crossed...)
So, the sickness hasn't stopped. I don't know who to ask for help. I don't know what to do for the best. I'm sick of conflicting advice.
Sorry, I told you I was moaning tonight. 