For anyone with a tube-fed baby…

Before I go to bed tonight, I have something I just HAVE to share with you…

And it’s NOT that Ikea has actually injured me (another story for another post) making it almost impossible for me to sit down for any length of time…

Or that my husband was impatient with me taking photos of our freshly-cooked barbecue baby octopus before I ate it… in turn making me forget to fix the white balance on my camera, leaving these shots all weird and yellow…

And hurrying me so this shot of our dinner is out-of-focus…



So they know that it IS possible,

even after having your baby REFUSE to eat for months and months on end,

and submits to having tubes down their noses,

and even straight in through their tummies,

that WHEN they learn to FINALLY eat properly,

through their MOUTHS,

they might grow confident enough to try new foods one day,

they could TOTALLY end up like our Dash…

tube-fed for 11 months after this surgery and then this,

now nine years old,





(including raw oysters – didn’t love ‘em but he TRIED them!)

And has nagged us for three weeks for barbecued baby octopus.*

Which he tried about six months ago and fell in love with.



He ate a dozen.  And was looking for MORE.

May the wonder of this miracle never cease to give me joy.



Au revoir!



* Totally delicious and totally easy to cook.  Might share the recipe soon!

15 Responses to “For anyone with a tube-fed baby…”

  1. Er. Octopus not all that popular here. Baby octopus, not at all. I have eaten calimari once in my life. It sucked. (I cooked it, so maybe that is your explanation). Anyhoo, good on you Dash. And you can eat my share as well. (And no. I was not tube fed as a baby)
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  2. Your “miracle child” in more ways than one (in part because he will eat THAT!) yuck.
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  3. Um. Yeah I won’t eat those…good job Dash. You are much braver than I. On the oysters too. He is growing so fast! Making up for refusing to eat all those months :-)

  4. Assuming I can find raw octopus somewhere, I’d love to know how to cook the little suckers (no pun intended.) They look delish!

  5. PS and the think I was all chuffed after making crepes this weekend….
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  6. Calimari is an acquired taste. It’s best if deep fried into total unhealthiness.
    A question for you BB that is totally off the subject. I see that the bones of Ned Kelly have been undeniably identified. I know that you do not live in the Melbourne area, but know that NK is a folk figure as Jesse James or Billy the Kid might be in the USA. There has long been a debate about Billy the Kid actually being dead and ideas that he may have lived well into old age under another name. What mystifies me and maybe you as an Oz of several generations standing might know more about Ned than we are getting. What happened to his head? Was he shot, put into chains, jailed, hanged and then ALSO beheaded? And why was his head separated from the rest of him?
    If you can do a blog on this and clear up the mystery, I’d be grateful. I once took a tour of the Mildurrah area and visited a Gaol along the river and am wondering …. is that the one? It was years ago … and his bones have been moved a time or two in past century. Is that right? If you can shed light on this in a future blog, those of us interested in history would be grateful. I understand also that his father, “Red” was an Irish convict that was given land if he chose to stay. Was he convicted as the song says, of “stealing Trevelan’s corn so the young might see the morn” in order to transport manly labor to both Australia and the USA via a ‘manufactured famine’ or was it a real crime?
    Leading questions I know. Ignore those please and tell us all about Ned Kelly.
    And where his head might be.

  7. People, people, PEOPLE! Goodness me – barbecued baby octopus is one of life’s great gourmet delights! Honestly – a delicious delicate combination of taste and sensation! Crispy bits (at the ends of the tentacles) and soft succulent bits (at the centre). Calamari and octopus need to be cooked just so, but are divine… just ask Dash!

  8. BB, BB, BB.

    Yech – octopus is fried rubber!

    Interesting fact however – apparently if you have a Ned Kelly inspired tattoo, you are likely to die younger. (
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  9. Yummmm, yumm and yumm, my daughters love them too!

  10. Not only is Dash a handsome young man, but he has fantastic taste too!!! A big FAT YUMMMMO to the baby octopus :-) and ‘not so’ yummo to the oysters! See, Dash is soooo clever with his great taste! :-) xox

  11. Good for him! He could give my boyfriend some hints, my man is definitely a meat and potatoes guy. While I am a try anything type gal. lol I guess opposites attract!

  12. Oh, yech, gahh, ick! Dash is definitely braver and much more cosmopolitan than I could ever be! I “accidentally” ate octopus one time when I went with friends to their favorite sushi place, where they swore I could get regular cooked food. But, they all encouoraged me to eat the specially seasoned “mushrooms” which they later admitted was octopus. And calimari? Like Debbie, I have had it once and nearly barfed – reminded me of chewing pencil erasers when I was a kid! But my lovely daughter, Diane, loves sushi – she never had it with me!!!

  13. I am relatively new to reading your blog I was not aware until today of you little man’s story, he is beautiful!
    Heart kids have a very special place in my heart, or should I say my double inlet ventricle heart. I am too a heart kid!
    I am now 19 years old. I was born without much of a right ventricle and like you, my parents had no idea until I became very ill at 3 days old. They kept me on life support with a great chance that I would have acquired brain damage (which I did not). I received my first open heart surgery at 6 days, I had another at 6 months and (hopefully) my last at 5 years.
    I too am a bush kid. I grew up in Central NSW where my parents have a place. I have always helped out on the farm and still to this day love getting home every holidays. I am now studying speech pathology after attending boarding school in Sydney. Obviously I have not been able to keep up with everyone else all the time but I do not feel I have not missed out one bit. Often the case is I will get to know people and about 3 weeks in I will just put it in a sentence that “I have a heart problem…….” (so I know what hospitals are like or I have to take care of myself etc.)or I have had 3 lots of open heart surgery. The shock on most of their faces is amazement and one of lots of questions. There has been some that really don’t believe me until they get to to see the reality of my scars, especially the zipper. This is mainly because I am so healthy and lead such a normal life.

    I am not writing this as a sob story but rather one of support to bush heart kids. I was so lucky to receive the health care that I did and have the wonderful support of those around me. My parents are the amazing ones, they new what was going on and had to wait the long hrs for news of surgery and have the strength to look into my cot when my breathing became so quite. What my parents went through I think I am yet to fully understand. I am so grateful to everyone and for everything that has happened to me!

    I wish your family and Dash all the best on his journey of life, it is amazing when you know the true value of it.

  14. Oh Danielle… thanks for sharing your story. I hope I can talk you into blogging your own (full) story so others can see and be inspired too.


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