For Alli, like so many of our former tubies, eating didn't become easy and care free as soon as that tube was out. It is a long road to normal eating, filled with nerve racking weigh ins and constant worries.
"Is she eating enough to gain?"
"Will she ever eat anything besides chicken nuggets, cookies and granola bars without my standing over her, feeding her bites?"
It's a bumpy road, filled with set backs like weight loss and sudden decrease in appetite that sends my nerves flying off the deep end, but it's also filled with little triumphs that assure me that this road will lead to normal, care-free eating. I think of the first time she ate pasta all by herself, and then asked for seconds and thirds; the first time she ate corn--off the cob no less--and ate every bit of it; the times when I have turned around and her plate was empty, sauce all over her face, and I was shocked to discover that she ate every bite, or the still rare occasions when she lets me feed her green beans or carrots and eats her whole small, 5 bite serving of them.
Slowly, but surely she is learning the pleasure of eating and I am learning not to make assumptions as to what she will or will not eat.