The pit and peak

Last night was a whirlwind.

If you’ve been reading along, you know that our elderly dog has been in rapidly declining health. Since we’ve come home from our trip to visit my parents, we’ve noticed that she trembles and her legs periodically buckle beneath her, making her unable to walk during those times. K and I have been watchfully waiting for “the sign” that it’s time to humanely say goodbye. Each time we think it’s time, she bounces back and seems like her old self again.

She had a rough morning getting around yesterday, so I gated her in the living room with a pee pad during the day so that she wouldn’t have to traverse the treacherous stairs to and from the crate that we keep in the basement. When I arrived home, she was either still or again having trouble with her legs and when she trembled, she made little sounds. I called K and said that we needed to take her to the veterinarian that night.

K scrambled to find last-minute child care so that we could focus our attention on our sweet Golden Girl, and his dad said that he could come to be with E. He typically cares for E with K’s mom, but she was out-of-town, and we were really appreciative of his willingness and ability to help.

Of course, by the time we got to the vet, sweet lady was walking more normally, as she is wont to do. The veterinarian gave her a thorough physical examination, confirming that our dog isn’t currently in pain, discovering that she has a heart murmur and telling us that she’s fairly certain that our dog has a brain mass. Since our dog is so old, our intention is to continue to watchfully wait and assess for signs that it is time to say goodbye, but the vet said that she doesn’t yet think that the time has come.

We arrived home, exhausted and still a bit numb from the veterinarian’s news, and grandpa said that E had been fussy, which is very much out of character for him. Grandpa tried rocking him, offering a pacifier, and giving him more food, none of which seemed to work, then decided to try changing E’s diaper. K was holding E as we thanked grandpa for his help.

After K’s dad left, K turned to me and said, “I don’t know what my dad did, but this diaper feels funky. I swear, I can feel E’s buttcrack!” Since we needed to get E ready for bed anyway, which involves changing him into a thick, absorbent nighttime diaper, we decided to assess the situation. This is what we discovered:



[For those who are unfamiliar with these diapers, please reference this photo at the Cotton Babies website.]

Bless his heart. He tried and when he did, he managed to get a BumGenius Freetime, our easiest diaper, on our baby backwards. With snaps. (HOW THE…?!?!?!?!) We laughed our asses off, grateful for the support we have in times of need, and thankful for the levity after such a weighty evening.

Domino effect, pregnancy style

Lately, we’ve been experiencing a rather unfortunate series of events in our household. Over the course of a few days, both of our dogs have displayed multiple symptoms of digestive upset, which has required a lot of clean-up by their humans. Unfortunately, with K’s epic pregnancy gag reflex, this has resulted in a domino effect that goes something like this:

  1. Young dog starts heaving.
  2. K tries to scuttle her onto hardwood or tile for easier clean-up.
  3. Young dog vomits.
  4. Old dog tries to eat said vomit.
  5. K tries to shoo the old dog away while trying not to barf.
  6. K tries to clean up the mess while trying not to barf.
  7. K starts heaving.
  8. K runs to the bathroom.
  9. K vomits.
  10. I clean up the initial mess.
  11. Rinse and repeat.

Meanwhile, I’ve been dealing with a lot of abdominal pain and nausea for the past several days, so I’m not in the bet state either. I swear, we’re being puked out of house and home.

Gratitude, week 14

What a rollercoaster of a week! I received some great news, then some terrible news that turned out just fine. Before I put the cart before the horse, I should get to the point of this post. During this fourteenth week of our pregnancy, I’m thankful for:

  • Learning that our ginger kitty is going to be okay! Earlier this week, K took him to the vet because we thought he had a UTI. The vet discovered that his bladder was blocked and needed to cathederize him. After draining his bladder, the vet discovered what he believed was an inoperable bladder and/or colon tumor, which he believed was causing the initial health concern. The vet couldn’t get his X-ray machine to work in order to confirm the tumor. Once the machine started working again, he discovered, much to our great relief, that the kitty didn’t have a tumor after all. He was just severely constipated, which has been an ongoing issue. I was so happy to hear this news that I cried!
  • We had another lovely low-key weekend that allowed us the opportunity to tackle some of the longstanding to-do’s on our Falco list. K and I went to our local IKEA store to look at and confirm some of the nursery furniture items we’ve been considering for a while. He also called a painter that his mother recommended and scheduled him to come out for a quote tomorrow evening. Today, I spent about two hours sewing a fitted crib sheet for Falco. Kitty assisted me in this endeavor:

    Kitty loves to help me with crafts!

  • Fluff mail! I squealed like a kid at Christmastime when our postal carrier delivered two cloth diaper related package yesterday afternoon. Included in the bounty was two dozen seconds of Green Mountain Diapers unbleached prefolds, five Sunbabies pocket diapers that were customized with hip snaps, and five bamboo blend inserts. Lately, K has been searching the internet for cloth diaper related obsessive disorders because I’ve been spending so much of my time researching them and shopping for deals with co-op groups. It’s been a blast for me, though, and I think actually seeing some of this cuteness arrive in the mail put K’s mind at ease.

I’m still hopeful that K will have time to post about coming out to his bosses at work, which happened last week, and about meeting with his aunt on Tuesday. So many exciting things on the horizon, friends!