Stella is aptly named.
Today we received an effusive outpouring of support. From a stranger with whom we’d never spoken but who’d seen Stella with the tube and couldn’t stop gushing about how happy she was to see her without it. From two shop clerks whose eyes brightened at the sight of her tube-free face. And from our beloved Dr. Devorah, who helped Stella get to where she is and who today showered me with hugs and Stella with kisses. Robin Glass, Stella’s occupational therapist and an absolutely huge source of support and wisdom, emailed to check in, even though she doesn’t work on Thursdays. Joy is everywhere.
I know we’re not in the clear yet, but Stella is doing well. She is happier than ever. We can’t help but feel celebratory. Already. There is still work to do, but it simply feels right. The worry and fear that held me in its grip is retreating, scurrying back to the dark quarters of the universe.
Tomorrow, we have an appointment with Stella’s pediatrician. When we last spoke over the phone, on the day Stella took out her tube, he said two or three tube-free weeks would be fine, and we’ll only be on day four when we see him. Still, I’m a little nervous and hope that his assessment of Stella is in line with ours.
That tube is not going back in. Not if I have anything to do with it!