Willow gets her stitches out this morning and I am so relieved. She got her cone off in the middle of the night and was chewing on it this morning . . . lovely. Her incision looks good though and I hope the vet says we don't have to have the cone anymore because I know she hates it. I hate it too.
I am exhausted . . . I know I shouldn't complain . . . this is what new mothers go through with infants. Up every few hours . . . holding their baby . . . not sleeping soundly for fear that baby will wake up . . . or not wake up. I keep puttin my hand in her carrier and rubbing her back to make sure she is still breathing. I am worried that she is not getting enough to eat, I am worried she is not getting enough to drink, I am worried that the pain meds are too strong. I am a worrier and I need to get over it so I can better care for her. She is just fine and she is going to have to accept that she is stuck in a cat carrier for four to six weeks. Hopefully only four. We are one third of the way there.
Thank you everyone for your support and I am definitely going to try the little carrier today and see if that calms her down. Then I can work at my computer and still hold her close to me.
Love Pegi and Willow
