Yesterday was suppose to be a big day... and it was... but not a "successful" day.  Marshall was suppose to stay overnight in the hospital after having a probe inserted into his stomach. 

Inserting the probe is not an enjoyable procedure.  They insert a tube into the patients nose and have to find some narrow tunnel up there that they then feed the tube down through the esophagus and into the stomach.  Marshall was a trooper during the first 6 attempts but then it just became too much.  He started to panic and then completely freaked out.  They had let a novice try at the first several attempts and she fried his nerves.  I had to step in and end it just as they were starting to make progress.  I have no problem subjecting my kids to well intentioned medical abuse but they crossed the line and he had done more than his share in cooperating.   In the end, the child services lady thanked me for stopping it.  I'm still a little haunted by his tears and screams. 

Soon after he got to pick out a prize at the hospital which cheered him up and he was back to abusing the rest of us. 

Today will be a better day.  Tonight is Bingo at RMH and that's all the boys care to think about.  If ever you are looking to do some community service... Bingo at RMH is a winner- just make sure you've got prizes!