Which explains why i don't shoot coyotes or deer or anything, my vet bill would be too high
Plus I pick up stray dogs and cats..have 5 large dogs right now.
I need help!
Wow! That was quite a story! I missed the part where we might have judged you? Maybe the ugly baby part? What a hoot! My middle son came out 10 lbs and roaring like a lion, big, white and pink on the edges, huge nose, with blonde hair sticking up, sucking his hand already...hungry.. and the first thing I said was, laughing, "He's so ugly!!!!" and the nurse got mad at me and said he was a beautiful baby....I don't know where she had left her glasses that day...but that boy was homely! His eyes and eyebrows were as big as they are NOW, I swear! They called him "Hoss" in the nursery and all I could think was, "Thank you, Lord, that he was not the little girl I wanted because that would be one ugly girl!"
He was a cute little boy and is a handsome man, but he was not the most pretty of babies.....
Your little girl was and is gorgeous, BTW!Thank you!!!!! I think she's a keeper! LOL
So...you pup got his first taste of blood....time to do some serious training, huh? I wish I lived nearby and could help you on that, IF I could help...who knows? He might be one that is very hard to break on it.
Yes, he has his first taste of blood.... I am not quite sure what to do with him. In the spur of the moment I called my dad and told him to come get him or I was going to shoot him. He called me back and offered me a shock collar and said if that didn't work, he would take him... He has horses and could put him to work, along with his 2 sisters that he got at the same time. Plus he doesn't have any cats or chickens for him to torment and/or kill. I have lots to think about...
She is just beautiful!Alrighty, this is going to be long so you may want to grab a drink and a snack! This is also going to make me sound awful, so please don't be judgmental! You have to consider that I had a really full plate, and not much family help.... also, my grandfather on my mom's side passed away not long before we found out we were pregnant. (not the one that whipped me for sitting on the banister, but the other one) Miss Kelsey Madalyn was a major surprise. We thought we were finished after Abby was born, but the Good Lord had other plans. I was so upset because I already had 3 little ones, and I was overwhelmed. I didn't know how I was going to manage another baby. For the first month or so, I was resentful and upset... Then I started having some problems, and felt like it was my fault because I didn't really want the baby... Each of my pregnancies got progressively harder on my, and I had more issues with each one. So, anyway early in the pregnancy at about 10 weeks I found out that I had a subchorionic hemorrhage, which is basically a bleed where the placenta attaches. So, here I was with a complicated pregnancy, a 6 month old, a 3 year old and a 4 year old.... then they decided to put me on bed rest. At this point I didn't have a lot of help and was trying to limit my activities as much as possible, but bed rest was impossible at that point. Until about 22 weeks, it was back and forth between bleeding and bed rest, with multiple ultrasounds to monitor the bleed. The bleed finally clotted off around 20 weeks, and 2 weeks later they let me off bed rest. I had 6 weeks of "Normal" pregnancy. Then at 28 weeks I started bleeding and having contractions. So... back on bed-rest I went. At that point the doctor basically told me that it was up to me how long I was going to carry the baby, and that I needed to make arrangements to help with the older kids and the household chores. At that point, my mom, mother-in-law and sister-in-law took turns staying with me and the kids and helping out with the house. That was stressful in itself, because I wasn't use to having someone in my house all the time, and part of the time, the kids went and stayed with them at their houses. On top of that I had to keep going in and out of the hospital. It was a very scary time! Then on the day that I got to 33 weeks we went to bed, and my water broke. So, here we go to the hospital. Once there, they did the test to make sure that it was for sure my water breaking, and it was. They started me on Magnesium to stop the contractions and said that they weren't capable to deal with a preemie that young.... So because we live in a rural area, I got shipped down to a bigger hospital an hour away. I got there, and everything was chaotic to begin with..... They stopped the Mag, and said that if I went into labor they weren't going to stop it, but that if I didn't go into labor they were going to induce me at 34 weeks.... I was not allowed to get out of the bed for ANYTHING except to go to the bathroom, and I had to have a nurse with me then. Because of having to stay in a bed for weeks, I had so many issues it wasn't funny.... I ended up having to have a hemorrhoidectomy, because sitting on your fanny, in a hard hospital bed, for weeks on end leads to um... *ahem* swelling.... and when it gets bad enough it can cause blood supply to be cut off... anyway......That was on Wed... I was having irregular contractions that entire week, but LATE Friday night they started getting more regular... They decided to start Pitocin and induce me at about 1 am Saturday morning. They did that, and everything went to crap! Everything was great until I had to go to the bathroom... then the baby's heart rate would drop. After several decelerations they came in to check me and figured out that she was presenting face first instead of crown first.... So, to try and get her to move, they stopped the pitocin and put the head of my bed down... It worked, amazingly, and she tucked her chin. Unfortunately, she was still having decels, anytime I had to go potty. Hubby was asleep on the couch when the main Dr came in and said that we were going for an emergency C-section because she was stressing for some reason, and they didn't know why. So, they wake my husband up... tell him to pack our stuff, because we weren't going to be coming back to that room and get ready to go to the OR. They went ahead and took me down. The nurse brought him down there, and he was waiting in the hall for them to come get him.... Meanwhile, I was in the OR, scared, alone, and not knowing what was going on. They gave me a spinal and was trying to get it to take. They kept wiping my belly with alcohol wipes and I wasn't getting numb. Baby was starting to stress with every contraction and they decided they didn't have time to wait on the spinal. Sometime during all that someone had stuck their head out and told Hubby that as soon as they got the spinal in, that they would come get him..... Anyway, they had to put me under general anesthesia, and he heard the baby cry while he was sitting in the hallway. They let him in, and I was still out on the table. He got to hold her for like 30 seconds, and they took her to the NICU. He was told that she kept stressing because her cord was wrapped around her shoulders and my full-bladder kept her from pinching her cord, but as soon as my bladder was empty and she started into the birth canal, her cord would be pinched and she would go into decels. He spent the day going back and forth between recovery for me and the NICU for her! She was born sometime around 7 in the morning (I couldn't tell you exactly because it was so crazy!) and I woke up sometime around 2, to a nurse mashing on my belly right at the C-section incision. I was SCREAMING! Hubby said that he has never seen me like that, even when the others were born. I couldn't move.... Once I was awake, they were moving me to my room and asked if I wanted to see my baby... FOR THE FIRST TIME! Well YEAH!!!! I remember having to hold my breath as they pushed the stretcher to the NICU because it HURT!!!! Then we get there, and I get to see my baby! My first thought is Oh My Goodness I have an UGLY BABY!!!!! And I started bawling, and feeling like the worst mother in the world! (Ok, little back story.... Hubbys Grandmother made the comment one time before Abby was born that she was going to be ugly because we couldn't keep having babies as pretty as the first ones! She was picking, but that was the first thought in my drugged and fuzzy mind!) Anyway, no one told me that her face was swollen and bruised, and her nose was about twice its normal size... so in my half-drugged, extreme pain, only awake for about 20 minutes, mind I had an ugly baby who had a nose too big for her face, and I should think she is beautiful but all I could think was that she was so ugly! I was only able to hold her for about 5 minutes before I was going back to sleep and hurting so they put her back in the incubator and took me to my room. I didn't get to go back to the NICU until late that night after all the drugs had finally worn off... I have never been in so much pain, and I can't imagine wanting to have an elective C-section.... I had to start pumping because they wouldn't let me try to nurse her to begin with. So, the first 2 days were horrific... between pumping, taking the milk to NICU and seeing the baby, and trying to sleep I was a WRECK! There was an AMAZING CNA there, and I don't think I could have made it without her! It is so hard to re-train your bladder after having a catheter and being sliced open, I would feel like I needed to go, and not be able to... She basically taught me how to re-teach my bladder how to work..... Ok I know, TMI... but it was all part of the experience! I was discharged on Tuesday morning, but the hospital let me use the room for another night. She was a fighter, and was doing great except that she was having a little issue with keeping her temp up, and her bilirubin was high from all of the bruising. I spent several nights at the Ronald McDonald house and came home one night that week to spend with the other kids. After 6 days on the bili-light, gaining back up to her birth weight, and keeping her temperature stable, she was discharged and got to come home. She weighed in at 4 lbs 13 oz, and was 19 inches long. Looking at her now, you wouldn't know that she was a preemie! She does have a slight speech delay, but is receiving play therapy which is already helping alot! She weighs only about 5 pounds less than Abby and has hit her major milestones right on time. She is always so happy, and is the easiest of all of our kids to manage. We joke and say that if someone took all our kids, she would be the only one they wouldn't bring back! She sleeps all night by herself.. since about 2-3 months old, is generally happy, and is quiet most of the time! Her poor swollen face! And the bili-light.
She was tiny laying in my lap... (I'm 6'2", so my lap is long!)
See! She was cute after the swelling and bruising went away!!!!!
And some recent pictures of my rotten punkin!
