More from ye olde journal:

Last night was really rough; Tiptoe isn’t enjoying the Portagen.  Portagen is the milk substitute they’re giving her for nutrition while the chylothorax is being treated.  She drinks about 5 mL and then begins wailing.  Utterly inconsolable.  I spent two and a half hours this morning, cooing and bouncing and singing to her, all the while trying to figure out what was wrong, why she was squalling and fussing.

I think she does better when the input is controlled at a slower pace; using the nasal tube with a autosyringe set to slowly inject the formula seems to work better.

Today sucks.  The nurse last night just…wasn’t…helpful.  She kept running here, running there, in and out; add that to the fact that Tiptoe wasn’t eating well, and I was frustrated that I wasn’t able to help her eat, and that I was functioning on low sleep already, and that I’m perpetually ticked off these days.