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Abby Update at 6 Weeks
So the magical six weeks has arrived…
In her sixth week Abby got chicken pox and her first lot of jabs – what a lucky girl! She also found out her hands are super tasty and has gone through yet another growth spurt. She is now 5.5 kilos and managed to grow two centimeters in a week – imagine the growing pains!
Abby finds her thumb
My weekly email from Kidspot tells me about a thing called the Arsenic Hour, where young babies are extra fussy in the early evening and only having light sleeps (usually in your arms). Abby had one of those evenings yesterday keeping mummy and daddy busy for about four hours. It didn’t help that she was probably in pain from her immunisation. I tried giving her Pamol and she threw up all over herself. I tried giving her Pamol again after her next feed and she threw up all over herself, me and the bed. I don’t think she likes Pamol.
Getting big and cuddly
Expressing milk is becoming harder as I have to keep adjusting to the increasing volumes that we should be feeding her. I’m going to make an appointment to see a lactation consultant to see why breastfeeding is so traumatic for Abby (she screams as soon as you hold her close to try and breast feed). Sometimes she latches and suckles and I think “Yuss!” but after a few sucks she pulls away and the screaming fit starts. Breastfeeding would be better for the both of us as she’ll get what she needs as soon as she needs it and I save hours each day, and have more sleep, if I don’t have to express.
Abby sleeps as Fez looks on
Fez is extremely good with Abby, as he is with all kids. He’s however beginning to show signs of jealousy such as snuggling up close and getting his face in the action too when we are playing with Abby. At the same time he also seems protective of her and sleeps next to her when she’s on her bouncer, and sometimes sits at the bedroom door when she’s crying as if to say “Do you know she’s crying??”.
This is the last week that the hubby is on holiday. It’s back to work for him next week so I’m not looking forward to being on my own during the day again.
Fingers crossed that by the end of this week she’ll be right as rain and be a good settled baby with a firm routine – yeah right!
Abby at 6 weeks 4 days
Fez is found!
We’ve found Fez!!
Someone called just after 6 this morning saying they spotted him down the road. He took off and was heading towards the bus tunnel (yikes) she said, but luckily didn’t go through it. The hubby picked him up after about 40 minutes of searching. He was pretty scared. In fact he was backing away when the hubby tried to approach him. But at least he’s unhurt. He’s back to normal puppy mode now and having a snooze after gorging on some dog food.
We have closed the basement door so he can’t get through that gap again. It’s usually closed but we had overlooked that yesterday. It’s hard owning a small dog because you underestimate the gaps they can fit through. I’ve put his collar back on with his name and our number written in permanent ink just in case.
Whew! He doesn’t know how much we have worried about him but he’s very happy to be home.
Now I can go back to worrying about when this baby is going to come!
Fez curled up, safely back at home
Our Fez is lost
He escaped today by going under the house and through a gap.
He is microchipped and registered, but my baby brain forgot to put his collar on when I went out today. I hope he’s not hurt, and if someone has picked him up I hope they take him to the pound or the SPCA.
If anyone has seen this little pup wandering around Wellington eastern suburbs, please let us know!
He needs his parents! :(
Lost: Fez our puppy
A Puppy Can Dream
A friend of mine posted a comment on Facebook asking “What do tigers dream of when they take their little tiger snooze?” (It’s a quote from the movie The Hangover, which I haven’t seen yet.)
I don’t know about tigers but I bet my puppy dreams of jumping on the bed, chewing everything in sight and doing wees and poos wherever he likes, without being told off. His paws often twitch so he must dream of rampaging around. I think I would too if I was a puppy.
But woe is he because he is our puppy and we like to keep him disciplined. Dogs must think that all humans are bipolar. “Good boy” one minute, then “NO! Naughty boy!” the next. If it weren’t for being mean we’d have more than a couple chewed cables and the occasional accident on the floor.
Fez is a kiwi dog – he chewed the face off his kangaroo, and getting hard into his koala bear. It’s not our fault the giant $2 bag of toys from the Sallies has all these Aussie toys in them!
Fez chooses his first victim
Another victim
Being a mummy must be hard
Had my first taste of motherhood last night – even if it was with my puppy Fez.
This little sad pup wanted to be comforted so we had him sleep with us on our bed – what a treat for him!
He didn’t want to be at the foot and insisted snuggling up next to me, breathing his puppy breath on my neck. I let him stay there until he fell asleep and then pushed him further down so I could get some sleep too.
It was heart wrenching seeing him in pain and not being able to do anything about it but comfort him.
I also had to get up twice to take him outside to go toilet. His satellite dish doesn’t fit through the doggy door and the knowledge of having to take him out kept me awake.
I was *very* tired this morning, so lucky for me that I had the day off.
Here’s to all the mothers out there who have done such a good job raising us.
Fezzie No Balls
Aw poor little Fez!
Today he was neutered, had his double dew claws removed and a microchip implanted. Not only is he a eunuch now, he’s a crippled eunuch labelled with a number.
He seemed fine when we picked him up, but the drugs must have worn out because he is one sore little pup. He has to wear his satellite dish because he was making his stitches bleed. He’s a bit of a sorry sight but still so cute, especially with blue bandages on his feet.
I am taking a day off tomorrow to take care of him and make sure he’s not doing any more damage to himself. Yay – no work! I love my puppy – my sorry little puppy.
A sorry little sight
Stuff I Luff
- Being pregnant. Ok, so I whinge alot about it, and will whinge even more later, but it’s a magical feeling knowing that you have created a little human being that will look somewhat like you and your husband.
- Cupcakes. That’s a no-brainer. I’ve bought myself another two trays making four all together. Perhaps it’s time to make a living out of them… maybe.
- Booth’s line on Bones:
Bones. She’s not a real masseuse. She’s a, you know, ‘happy ending’ masseuse.
I wouldn’t have got the joke if it wasn’t for the conversation about this in the Gold Coast the other week. Awesome. - Fez. So he pees everywhere and emits funky smells, but besides that he’s pretty cool and we love him to bits.
Fez with his name tag before he bit it in half
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