Coming off of a blog about kindness, this blog may not seem very kind.
But I don't think feeding pumps deserve any kindness when they beep at me and read "FEED ERROR" for no apparent reason.
It drives me insane.
I've gotten so enraged by this little necessary evil beep...beep....beeping at me that it won't budge another milliliter of ketogenic formula and it won't give me an answer, that I've considered throwing it through a window!
I've been so pissed off at this thing that I've yanked the tubing out of it, thrown the spare pump across the bed (onto a soft landing, but still), yelled at it, as if it were human and could understand. Maybe it is part human. And it taunts me.
I've even taken a meat tenderizer to part of the tubing on a bag that was clogged. The little plastic piece of titanium (or some substance mysteriously unbreakable) that hooks to the pump and pumps the food through never knew what hit it. Yup, the big mallet thing in the kitchen you only really use maybe twice a year, well it was used at least once this year. And I'm not ashamed to admit it.
But, alas, that mysteriously unbreakable piece of plastic is, in deed, unbreakable. The meat tenderizer was no match.
I'm sure this sounds like the crazy ramblings of a mother out of her mind, and it is! That feeding pump is going to get the best of me!
On a good note, Christian did GREAT with tasting yogurt yesterday. He moved his mouth and his tongue and gave great, big, hearty swallows quicker than he ever has. (Was it ketogenic? No. But our dietitian said a taste won't ruin anything. And nothing happened, so the yogurt stays.)
Hopefully he'll keep it up and we can say goodbye forever to that pump someday. And then that pump better watch its back because my meat tenderizer needs some usin'.
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