April 6th, 2006

Stewart Not Your Monkey

A New Mother is Born!

We had to pack up and move to mom's house for a week, to stay with my sister while my mom's on vacation. I don't relish the prospect. Some of you may remember what happened last time. It's always a barrel of fun at mom's house.

We got here a bit late, arriving at about 9 pm. We cleared out the spare room and I began setting up a little corner for the very pregnant Achaiah. I tucked her in a nice little corner between the foot of the bed and the wall, which for some reason had a big folded up piece of foam on the carpet. I put her blanket over the foam and she had a nice little bed.

I went in to check on her around ten or so, and she'd crawled up under the bed. I was slightly worried, because she'd been nesting and shaking all day. I really hoped she'd wait til mom got back in town, but no go. Josh and I got her from under the bed, and he tucked our luggage up under there so she's stay in her corner.

About 10:30-ish, her water broke. I sat with her and held her head and gave her Reiki (her choice - she wanted to nuzzle). She really enjoyed me sitting there giving her energy. I petted her and told her she was a good girl whenever she looked up at me - I swear for reassurance. It was great being my dog's doula! Things escalated pretty quickly after that:

10:40 - Puppy # 1: White 'T' on forehead, Male
11:03 - Puppy # 2: White stomach, back toes, Female
11:23 - Puppy # 3: White forehead and shoulders, back feet, Male
(11:42 - pushy; 12:09 - SROM; 12:14 - Puppy # 4: White shoulders & tip of tail, Male?
12:30-ish (was nursing baby to sleep...) - Puppy # 5: white & black spotted, Female

Around 1 am, we thought she was done. We moved the puppies to the bathroom, so Josh could go sleep in the spare room. Went to get Achaiah, who came running swiftly, nuzzled the babies, then promptly had one more. Poor thing!

1:02 - white and black, black ears, Sex unknown (I left her be after that!)

It's funny. I was sitting in the corner with her after her water broke the first time, and realized I needed to do some serious pre-damage control for mom's walls. Josh brought me a couple trash bags, so I could protect the luggage and one wall. I cut off the end of the foam thingy and folded it in half to tuck in along the side of the larger wall.

As I tucked it in, I realized it was too big. I had to take the scissors and quickly cut it as it flopped over Achaiah's head. I remember thinking, 'If someone was doing this to a client, I'd want to hit them in the head with a bedpan'. Luckily, I got it all set up fairly quickly, and Achaiah was a real champ about it.

I know I'd said I still wanted to breed her with an all-white pit, but I'm reconsidering. She's five and a half now, and that's getting up there in doggie years. I'd have to breed her again pretty quickly, and I'm just not sure I want them that badly anymore - especially with two kids in the house. So that may be a lost dream. We will see.

Pics will come in a while. Mom has the digi for her vacation.
Stewart Not Your Monkey

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What a Crazy Morning

I'll tell you, it was insane.

I hadn't gone to bed, since I'd been up with Achaiah most of the night. I knew I couldn't sleep for 2 hours and expect to get up at 4 and drive mom to the airport. So I just stayed up. I dropped mom off a little after 5, and Ivy and I went to the grocery store. I needed milk and sugar for coffee. Then I needed gas, and I waited around 5 or so minutes until 6, when the gas station opened, because I was afraid I wouldn't make it home without it.

So I got back to mom's to take Liz to school, and I started making myself a pot of coffee, when I realized that my pager had fallen out when I nursed Ivy before I left. I picked it up to check the time and there were six pages from my mom.

I turned everything off and me and Liz jumped in the car. I checked the voicemail, but it was jumbled and didn't come through. I tried calling her cell and it kept going straight to the voicemail. I left her a message and then called back and left a page with my number, and took Liz to school.

By the time we got to school, I hadn't heard anything so I sped back to the airport. I'm thinking that either she's dead and had a plane crash or she forgot her tickets and needed me to bring them. If she missed the flight to go see Grandma, mom would be so super pissed, but I really hoped she wasn't dead.

I get to the airport, and honestly I'm expecting an officer to come take me into some little back room. I looked around but didn't see mom, so called again and left her a message saying, "I'm at the airport. Hope everything's ok. I love you." Meanwhile, I'm remembering every story I ever heard of some young twenty-something year old kid having a heart-attack and just dropping out of nowhere. In my litany of prayers that were going through my head, I added a fervent prayer of gratitude that we had stopped eating fast food about three months ago, in our efforts to eat healthier. It was surreal.

So the line cleared at the ticket desk and I asked the lady how I could find out about my mother. I didn't know the airline, but she was on the flight to Charlotte. The lady said everything was ok and on time with that flight, and asked for a brief run-down of the situation. She didn't know anything, but another gentleman came out and she asked if anyone had missed the flight to Charlotte. Then she goes, "Oh wait, was that the lady that lost her wallet? What was her name?"

I'm thinking Oh no, but the guy said, "Yeah, but she found it in her purse." Whew! Mom had switched to a new purse last night. I bet she was mad. But - ack. I wish she'd called and let me know it was all ok.

Afterwards, I drove back to mom's house and I realized that I'd gotten so flustered that I forgot to mail off the house payment, which I meant to do Monday. I drove back past the school, which I dreaded because they insist on working on widening the road in the middle of school traffic - for three schools! The elementary, middle, and high schools are right there all together (across from the grocery store), and they're out poking along in forklifts, holding everything up at 7:30 in the morning.

I'll be honest: I hadn't had my coffee, and I was really struggling to get it together. I got through the big whole mess to arrive at the post office closest to mom's house, only to find out that they do not open at 8, but at 8:30. I couldn't even wait, I just turned around and went the far but faster way home and collapsed.

And now, ironically, my mom is paging. I'm hoping it's to let me know she's arrived, which is what we last discussed this morning. Oh, and I need to hurry to the P.O. before I pick up my sister. *Sigh*