So last night I gave Ben a cute hair cut followed by a nice bath. He looked so clean and smelled so fresh. I kept telling Steve what a professional I was (kind of tongue in cheek) as I dried in between his fingers, powdered them and wrapped them so that they would stay dry. Then I applied his face creams, cleaned his ears and chapsticked his lips. Things went down hill from there. At the very end of my near perfect night, I reached in the drawer above his head for the eye drops. His eyes were awfully red that night. I twisted the top off and proceeded to drop the thick, gooey drops right into his mouth. WHAT?!? Took me a second to realize what I had just done. I was off in my own world while Ben's tongue was being lubricated. Good thing they weren't toxic. Good grief. I apologized to Ben as I suctioned the drops up as best I could. Then I put them where they REALLY go...his eyes. I tuck his blanket snuggly around him and wait for his bolus feed to finish. (420mls in an hour) The pump starts beeping. I walk over and start to change the numbers over because at night he gets 840mls over 10 hours. I got the 840 number plugged in when he has a huge coughing fit that needed suctioning. By the time I was done helping him the machine was beeping at me again, this time letting me know that I had forgotten to start it. What I didn't realize is that I never changed the rate from 600 to 84. Big mistake. I started the pump and climbed into bed. About 30 minutes later he starts coughing...and retching. I get up to help him. Now it's constant. He never retches...unless his belly is too full. This crosses my mind but I know that's not what it is because his belly isn't over full. (little did I know) The next 30 minutes are consumed with constant suctioning...his heart rate is high. He's stressed, but I figure it's from all the coughing. That's when the pump goes off AGAIN. I look over and the pump says "DOSE COMPLETE". WHAT?!? I run over and check the numbers. The bag is nearly empty. I realize what I have just done. I fed his poor little belly 840 mls in a little over an hour AFTER he just finished his bolus feed of 420. That's like eating three complete meals one right after the other. Thank goodness for g-tubes. I ran down and got the biggest cup I could find and emptied the contents of his stomach into the cup. I couldn't just discard it because there were important meds mixed in. I decided to pour it into another feeding bag and drip that feed in over night. The rest of his undigested milk could be given to him in the morning. Crisis averted. (thankfully) And then he fired me.
And he slept peacefully ever after. No worries though. The nurse that was fired thankfully was re-hired.
(in the morning, he's forgiving like that)