Andrew's gastrostomy

These are the entries from Andrew's GT diary when it was performed in 1993 at the Kids. Prior to his operation, we were very worried about him interfering with the GT as he was obsessed with light switches, doors, everything...but our backs were against the wall as his gastroenterologist said that he wouldn't have survived the year. He surprised us all and sailed through it. Ten years down the track, he is in fantastic health. Tall, lanky. Lots of energy. Tube feeding is second nature to him and he even holds the barrel and can pour in feed!

My mummy and daddy have been worried about how little I ate or drank for a long time. I stopped drinking from a cup or bottle in 1990 - and I had to get my drinks from tap slurps, washer sucks and shower water.
I was always dry and had blue rings around my eyes a lot. I didn't know what thirst really meant. I went to the Land Rover Field Day in 1991. It was very hot and I wouldn't suck my wet washer. I was very sick when I got home and took 2 days to feel better.
Also, I have no real sense of hunger and, if my mummy didn't get my food into me, I would be very sick. Because I have problems with taste, smell and texture also, I cannot eat properly. Baby food has kept me alive for all of my life - Mummy mixed her own casserole with my meals but one day (in August '92) I stopped eating her good food. I started to lose weight.
We went on a holiday to Tasmania in January 1993. Here I am with Uncle Richard. I stopped eating my breakfast and evening weetbix on this holiday and then I became sick.
I became tired and listless. I used to run around and then lie on the floor for a rest. My skin went yellow-ish. The doctor said I was severely iron-deficient and anaemic. Even my doctor was very worried.
Every morning I had a long shower to give me enough water to last me through my school day. When I got home I would have 2 showers and a bath (with lots of hair washing)
My paediatrician spoke to many doctors and they decided (with mummy and daddy) that I should have a special operation to make me better. It was called a gastrostomy. I would have a tube put in my tummy. Then mummy or daddy could give me feeds to keep me alive.....and well.
I went into the Royal Children's Hospital. My ward was 8 East. They gave me a special room (for just me) and there was lots of pink sleek tape!! They thought they had taped everything but I still kicked the nightlight glass in!!
I flushed away two nametapes and a cup so look what they did to the toilet!
I loved my bed.
After I went to sleep in mummy's arms, my doctor put in my special Ross Abbott 14 Fr tube. I was very sore for two days and had a special bodysuit made to stop me pulling at my tube. The nurses gave me Osmolite feeds and I felt (and looked!) better.
I needed to sit in the big chair to rest.
I loved listening to my special tape recorder, especially "Deep Forest". The nurses and mummy played it all day and night.
When I was in hospital, one of the nurses took me (in my pusher) to have my photo taken. Aren't I cute?
Within 4 weeks of my operation, and after a lot of feeds, I put on weight and was a lot happier.
I don't really notice my tube now. Mummy tucks it into a little bag.
I even help mummy put the tube into the bag.
I can dress myself.
I am wearing my special white bodysuit.
Boy, I'm tired!!

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