Thank you and goodbye to my feeding therapist, Debra!

When I started with Debra a little over a year ago, I couldn’t have my face cleaned without me screaming, I wouldn’t let anyone brush my teeth, wouldn’t drink out of a bottle or cup, and wouldn’t put anything in my mouth except for yogurt, baby oatmeal, and strawberry puree. Now, I have no problem having my face cleaned (even my nose!), having my teeth brushed (my dentist is super happy!), drinking out of a cup (still don’t understand that whole straw thing, though), or putting lots of different foods in my mouth.

Pretty soon, I’ll start seeing the doctors and therapists at Portland’s pediatric feeding clinic, and they will take me to the next level of actually chewing and swallowing the food that I put in my mouth. Debra told me to let her know when that happens. She’ll be so happy!

As much as I love Debra, though, I would not let Mommy take a picture of us on our last day. But Debra tricked me and asked me to help her move the garbage can. And Mommy got her picture! Nooooo!