When is the light at the end of the tunnel supposed to appear?

Yup, feels like a never-ending tunnel of gloom right now.

I posted on N and his eating recently and how we aren't getting anywhere and he desperately needs the nutrition.
We got the letter from the paed yesterday and for the first time it has it in print - food aversion and Nicholas.
There is was, black and white.

I know that's what we're fighting against, I've known it really for some time. But it's different when it's stated in print by a professional. When it's not just spoken of as a possibility but as a firm diagnosis.
It makes it real.
It blows away the forlorn thought whispering in the back of your head that maybe, really this is just a phase, if I do this or that he'll just snap out of it.
Nope - it's the real deal, the big black monster pushing you against the wall and the war is on - who is going to win the kid - you or the monster?

It means it's going to be a long battle, a hard battle - and that this feeding nightmare which started nearly 12 years ago when W was first learning to feed and then reflux derailed everything - is not going to end any time soon. It is and will stretch out for years ahead of us.

Why and how did we get into this mess - again? What could I have done or should have done differently? Was the surgery a bad idea since the eating mess was kicked off post op?

I don't know.

I don't believe the surgery was a bad idea. I suspect if he'd continued refluxing and vomiting we'd have wound up in this precise spot anyway. So that's one never-ending question answered.

I think the one thing which I could have done which might have changed the outcome was the lack of medical backup post op as the eating difficulties emerged.
The surgeon saw him about 4 times post op because of the eating issue but there wasn't much he could do except saying go back to the GP. GP was a locum and leaving shortly and really simply didn't want to know.
I was left in the cold with a kid who was starving himself.
If I could jump back in time I'd do the surgery with him under a paed - someone to take an overview. The only person who had the overview was me and no one was listening.

N WAS eating well before his surgery - but only had about a 3 year history of eating well and considering he was 6 1/2 that not much of his life span.

So under pressure and in pain he reverted to former eating patterns. They worked for him before so it made sense for him. Self preservation instinct and all that.
But now we have a nearly 3 year history of further eating problems.
At nearly 9 1/2 he has only 3 years experience of eating suitable amounts for good health and growth.

We have to re-train all that experience and change all those habits and thoughts, as well as get his body used to actually having a larger amount of food in his tummy without negative responses like feeling sick or hurting.

And in the meantime we have a nearly 9 1/2 year old who is formula dependant - and with a food aversion.

I don't expect the kids to be raging foodies - although that'd be lovely - but I do need them to be able to be trusted to eat enough to thrive. What's it going to be like as a teenager or early univ student? What if he winds up living away from home? Who's going to make him eat, watch the patterns, make sure he's not slipping backwards?
He has to get this sorted and new behaviours entrenched before then.
I'd like meals to not be a succession of reminders to eat and failed, rejected meals.

Actually I'd love it if just for once both N and T actually finished a meal - the same meal at the same sitting! I've never had that - ever.

And the brutal reality of what we're facing comes close on the heels of doing paperwork for T. Once again FTT holds top billing for him.
I had so hoped, wished, dreamed that he'd have lost that by now.
When I objected on the grounds that FTT is weight, growth or both below either the 3rd or 5th centile - AND HE'S NOT!! - the doctor pointed out that without his tube he would be so technically he still is FTT.

I'm sure parenting wasn't meant to be this hard. There's supposed to be a warm rosy glow around family meals - healthy food, happy talk and togetherness. Families bonding, coming together, celebrating. From the happy baby glugging away at bottle or breast, to the food play of beginning solids - it's all about growth, nurturing and love. Successful parenting.

I ponder this as I mix formula for my 9 year old, wash syringes and attach and detach tubing from a plastic tube implanted in my 5 year old's stomach.

And so the food war rages onwards, getting deeper into the trenches and mud.