Another evaluator has waltzed into our lives and tangoed her way out just as quickly (which I expected since I knew she was only going to evaluate Eliza's feeding skills). Lovely woman, seemed to be quite knowledgeable. In her wake is a tidy report summing up the state of Eliza's feeding. Of course the only word I see on the whole flipping page is "severe." Severe dysphagia, a very fancy way of saying "can't chew or swallow".
Now lest you think I hadn't notice this little problem before, you need only read about a third of my blog posts since Eliza's not eating is an endless source of angst for me. Eliza's dysphagia in the oral phase of eating has gone from mild to moderate to severe. Not that it has gotten any worse by objective standards, but the peers to whom Eliza is compared have moved waaaayyyy beyond being able to eat a cheese puff. So were I to compare her to, oh say a 6 month old, Eliza's dysphagia would be mild at worst. Not so when compared to even a 3 year old! The comparison to even the most inept 3 year old nosher puts Eliza in the "severe" category.
Uggh. I don't like "severe." Nope.
Oh, and to the next person who witnesses Eliza eat said cheese puff and says to me "but she eats," I will be forced to smite you. :)