Kick Counts
Benjamin’s been on and off this week. While Pax was sick and spending a lot of time on my lap, Ben was moving around quite a bit. He kicked Pax in the leg once, which completely weirded him out. I got a, “WTF was that” look from him. At least I can say they kinda met. He also seemed to move around a lot when I was crying. I like to think it was his way of consoling me. The past couple of days, though, he’s been really quiet. The stress must’ve taken a lot out of him and it can’t help that I haven’t been feeling all that great - emotionally or physcially.
So, I was worried. I’m always worried but sometimes I get so worried, I decide to be proactive about it. I got up and ate breakfast, then created a kick count chart.
| Day & Date | Su 04/01 |
M 04/02 |
Tu 04/03 |
W 04/04 |
Th 04/05 |
F 04/06 |
S 04/07 |
| Start Time | 12:43pm | ||||||
| Counts | XXXXXXXXXX | ||||||
| Stop Time | 1:03pm | ||||||
| Total Mins to 10 Kicks | 20 |
I started the counts immediately after some lunch, got to 10 kicks/movements 20 minutes later. I got to 9 kicks in 12 minutes, it took him another 8 minutes to get to 10. He does it on purpose just to freak me out.
On a side note: I miss my dog like crazy. He should be here. I know what we did was right, it was his time and I know we didn’t rush things. I just really wish it wouldn’t have happened. 16 years is not long enough with someone you love. Human or animal, it’s just not nearly long enough.
Filed under 3rd Trimester, Pax, movement, pregnancy | Comment (0)09/1990 - 4/3/2007
To the sweetest dog I’ve ever had the pleasure of being around. The dog who followed us everywhere, just in case we lost our way back to the living room. The dog who fiercely protected me with his own body when someone was pretending to hit me. The dog who’d lick my face until his tongue was dry because I was crying. The dog who’d get so excited to see me, he’d jump and pee all over my leg - it was sweeter than it sounds. The dog who’d curl up with me if I was sick, even though he didn’t want to because he had other places to be…like, checking out what that squirrel was doing on our balcony and warning it not to dare come inside. The dog who let me dress him up for halloween and only got a little annoyed when I put on the pants. The dog who resembled a drowned sewer rat when wet. The dog who once got an entire, large slice of pizza in his mouth with only the crust hanging out. The dog who’d eat anything that had spaghetti sauce on it, even spaghetti - which he’d have to attack because those noodles were flailing menacingly in the air at him. The dog who was scared to death of thunder. The dog who’d get out the back gate, only to walk around to the front and cry to be let back in. The dog who’d run wild through the house at the mention of, “roasted pig.” The dog who couldn’t stop walking. The dog that hated baths. The dog who was the nicest, sweetest, smartest, brattiest, and most headstrong dog on earth.
I was blessed to know you as long as I did. I love you. I’ll miss you.
RIP Paxton Del Mundo Perkins Romero
Filed under 3rd Trimester, Pax, family, friends | Comments (3)Trial By Fur
As you know, my dog is sick. He’s gotten loads better but he’s still not 100%. Last night was one of those nights where he made that very clear.
It was at about 4:30 am, when I was holding and petting him until he’d stop whining, that I realized this is what I’ll have to look forward to in a few months. Being awakened out of a dead sleep at 2am by incessant, loud cries, trying 40 different things to make the crying stop, and ending with laying next to the crier, praying they’ll either fall asleep or learn English so they can just tell you what the hell is wrong.
I have never really had to be around any child under 1 longer than a few hours. Diaper changing is foreign to me. It was something someone else did in a room far, far away. In the past week, I’ve learned not only how to diaper a dog trying to crookedly run away from you, but also rig a double disposible + cloth diaper hookup that I can get down twice a day, in less than 3 minutes. I’ve mastered the half-asleep walk with a medication syringe full of water in one hand and a bowl of water in the other - depending on whether or not he feels up to doing it himself. I’ve gotten down not kicking violently everytime he whines in the middle of a great dream. I’ve even learned to not want to slaughter him after the second hour of trying everything to calm him down.
At least I can say I’m going into this not entirely blind. I’ve got a taste of what to expect and it sucks.
Filed under 1st trimester, Pax, pregnancy | Comment (0)Canine Vestibular Disease
After a stroke scare, Pax (my dog) was diagnosed with (possible) old dog vestibular disease. If it is, it should clear up in the next 3 days to 3 weeks, otherwise, it’s a brain tumor. We’re hoping against hope that it’s CVD, but it’s still up in the air and the symptoms are completely scary.
He’s miserable and I’m scared to death he won’t be around to meet my baby. I can’t imagine being without him, he’s been with me since I was 10 years old. Please keep him in your thoughts.
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