Go on…look at that angel. Try and look away. I know, I can’t either. Yes, he did pose with that little smirk on his face. He told his dad that he was “Sheriff Woody Austin,” which is just one of his two alter egos (the other being his more frequent “Austin McQueen”).
This boy is my wonder baby, for so many reasons. He is funny beyond words. He is a little tease. He’s a snuggle bug. He’s a monkey. He’s a delight. He’s playful. He’s friendly. He’s shy. He’s so talkative. He’s so, so much.
What he isn’t, is an eater. I mean literally. He…won’t…eat… Not a single thing. Not…a…one. His history with food is long and scarce. He’s never loved it, but he did eat.. and now he won’t. We’ve been to doctors. We’ve been to therapists. We’ve been on waiting lists. We’re at the top now.
Thank heaven, because this little guys is causing some major, major worries in my life. No, I can’t force him to eat. He literally will puke it back up. Trust me…we’ve tried.
It’s so heartbreaking to me to see this most amazing, adorable child literally starving. He’s normally very pale (I’m his momma after all), but he really is translucent now with the most tired little eyes.
I just hold him and try not to let him see me cry over him. I beg him to eat. I beg and plead and pray and even bribe the child to take a bit of something…anything. He will out of some attempt to ease his hunger, I imagine, lick the cheese off of Cheetos. But, he won’t eat them. I got him to bite one…once, but he thought he was choking with this piece of something in his mouth. It’s so sad to me.
I’m in completely unchartered territory here. I have stubborn, picky eater kids, but this is so outside what I know how to deal with. When I tell you we’ve tried everything, I mean we’ve tried EVERYTHING to get him to eat…ANYTHING, but it’s not happening.
Until his therapy starts, I’m so thankful for Special K protein powder to go in his apple juice to give him something to help sustain him.
I’m struggling to find the “good” in this situation. I’m looking. I suppose it’s good that he is an otherwise healthy child and if you don’t look at his skin tone or his eyes, you won’t know he’s starving. I suppose it’s good that we live near a wonderful children’s hospital to help us get the help we need. I suppose it’s a good thing he’s so stinking CUTE, because I need to remember that when he wakes up more often at night because his stomach is growling and he needs to drink something so he can go back to sleep. I KNOW it’s a good think that he’s mine and that I love him so and that I’d go to the ends of the earth for him (or any of my children for that matter) to help him succeed. I’ll just keep remembering that to help me through (and him too!).
