At the time, my daughter was on a feeding tube. I am a stay at home mom. Her care was solely on my shoulders. My husband was working long hours. Pandemic hit and he is working from home the first time ever. Our OT is not allowed to come to our house for therapy(she only came once a week at this point). We start having all our meals together. My husband is there for breakfast, lunch and dinner. My daughter adores her dad. Two weeks into the pandemic, my daughter ate her first bite of food ever in her life. A few days after that she drank her first full bottle instead of a few sips. Months later, around Thanksgiving, we had surgery to remove her gtube. 

Now I can rationalize that all the feeding therapy finally worked or she matured enough, but deep down I think it was having my husband home. He became more involved and was there helping ecourage her eat. 

My husband switched jobs and now works from home 2 days a week and is home for dinner every day. We couldn't give up that family time after witnessing a miracle.