That stupid feeding tube connection finally bit the dust tonight. It began leaking so bad that when Wyatt sneezed it would back up and spray stomach fluid onto his face. I had no option - I took it out because I know from the feeding tube before this one that there's nothing they can do once the connection is compromised.
I don't want to go to the hospital tomorrow. I've already had 3 appointments this week. I have to stay awake and feed Wyatt every 3 hrs and he still won't reach his daily goal - plus I have to pump. Eric has gone to bed so that he can get up for work at 5am. Its too late to call anyone - I'm not sure what I'd say anyway - all I want to do is cry! I am so frustrated. Some days are so good and other days I feel so defeated.