Having a child on a feeding tube is an emotionally difficult thing at times. No matter how hard I try, I’m frequently plagued by mom guilt about my child being unable to eat enough to keep himself alive. All of the feelings tangled up around our son’s feeding difficulties came out into the open today. There was no gentleness about it, the scab was ripped clear off the wound without mercy. There was a ton of notice it was coming, leaving the discomfort to steadily build alongside the anticipation.