Fragile X-Traordinary: Can't EAT!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Can't EAT!

Pup will not be able to eat at all from midnight until his tubes are put in at 9 am the next day. That will be a struggle considering he still nurses at night. I made the appt. for next Thursday! He'll get his tubes and hopefully his hearing back. Also, his PT will start on Monday! I'm so thrilled.

2 comments:

ST said...: Oh, that's the worst - making kids fast before surgery/anesthesia. It's so hard because of course they don't know why they can't eat. I hope it all goes by quickly and without incident. Ear tubes have been great for our little guy - I hope they are for yours!; February 19, 2009 at 10:20 PM
Vicki Davis said...: Wow - that will be so hard on him.. Poor little guy, but it will be worth it in the end. Whats the longest he has gone so far? 6 hours.. Maybe you can practice stretching it this week to prepair him.; February 19, 2009 at 11:04 PM

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