Well, Izzie had her puppies and it was pretty exciting. She was due for her c-section at 10am on Friday, May 23rd. She had her first puppy in the yard at about 9 am on Thursday, May 22nd. We rushed her to Dr. Burke in Smithville and he delivered the other six by c-section. So, we had seven in all. They all looked really good except for the one that came first and that one is much smaller than the rest. We had two solid white males which was pretty exciting since they are more valuable, but one of them died very unexpectedly on the first day. Very sad. The kids were totally fine with it. Chas had been begging to pet the puppies since we brought them home and we kept telling him no, so when the white one died, he asked could he pet the dead puppy? I guess he figured we wouldn't care about the dead puppy.
They nurse every 2 and a half hours now, and we are trying to get them up to three hours. Last night I was solo, since Eric had to go back to work. It was pretty hard. Reminded me of when the kids were newborn. Just when I would fall asleep the buzzer would go off and back I would go to take care of the puppies. I am hoping the money we make off of these puppies will help pay for the marriage counseling we will surely need when this is all over. Every time we have a litter, we say we are never doing it again, and then we sell them, deposit the money, and decide to do it again. We're slow learners.
Good news is that Izzie is being a much better Mommy than she was on her last litter. Eric thinks it's because she actually delivered one of them and had a chance to bond. She also has more milk this time which means no bottle feeding... a very good thing.
The kids have finally accepted that we are not going anywhere. Not today, not tomorrow, nada.
I felt sorry for them yesterday so when I was in town I bought them play dough, which was major, because I do not allow play dough in my house. Ever. They are still playing with it. I am trying not to think about all the places I am going to find it later.
The other thing that is going on is my secret emotional breakdown. See, ever since Katie started pre-school in 2006, I have been complaining about Chas needing to go to school. He needs the social interaction, the structure, the blah, blah, blah. You get the idea. Mostly I would do it, when I was tired of playing with him. So, naturally, I cannot let Eric know that I am FREAKING out about putting my baby boy on the school bus in less than 3 months! Every day it gets worse. Especially with the added benefit of NO SLEEP to make me that much more weepy. The other day I just stood and stared at his baby pictures and cried. I thought Chas would be easier. I thought since I have been through this with Katie, that I would handle it better, but I think it's worse. So much worse. I need a hug. Maybe I need a valium.
Any sympathetic words, no matter how trite, will be appreciated.
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