Mommy note: Tonight as we were leaving the in-laws’ house at about 9:45pm, I heard an “Uh-oh” and turned around to see PaPaw holding Braska button. It was not attached to her. We all kind of paused, I said flippantly, and half joking, “Well, I guess we’re going to be done with that now.” I then quickly had anxiety start creeping in. Over the next minute or so, quick conversations happened, and M agreed that we were probably ready to just let it stay out. We were 45 minutes from home, had no supplies with us to reduce the balloon (which was still intact, weird as that always seems to me) and put the button back in, so we had to make some decision pronto. Break the balloon in order to get it back in and hold the stoma open---but we don’t have a back-up button at home---OR just call it done and move on. I called our nutritionist right then, not realizing until it was ringing that it was 9:45pm. After a quick chat with her, and her assuran...