Mommy Melt Down
 

Part One
Rubin had a routine dental Fri. He did great. I had a melt down. It is so easy to reassure and encourage fellow YTers, but, when it is one of my Yorkies, I feel fear, that no logic can sooth.
This story started a month ago. I got a cute post card from our Vet's office. Sitting at desk a cartoon elephant wearing large round glasses and holding a pencil wrote; Just a Reminder, Prince Rubin of Bartow it is time for your dental. Please call our office to make an appointment for your lab work soon ! Two weeks later phone rings. Labs are back, everything is great. Have Rubin here at 7:30 on March 22nd. I blurt but, hey that is my birthday. Do I want to do it tomorrow ? Oh No, the 22nd is fine, see you then. Ok you will call the day before, to remind me no food and water after 9 pm. I hang up my phone and write it on the calander. Like I would forget my birthday or Rubin's appointment.

Happy belated birthday! (My sister's birthday was yesterday, also) How are you and Rubin doing now? Ian' s due for his dental, and I am extremely nervous. He's due in April.

I was just thinking the same thing today! When it's one of mine... common sense and normal thought processes just fly on out the window!

(Happy Belated Birthday!)

Aww Happy Birthday!
I am agreeing though, I was a mess with Joeys neuter, so I can understand how to be supportive but nothing will soothe me until I know for sure everything is ok with my boy!

Happy birthday.

I am nutty when he is getting his shots. Second Lepto Monday. I can not imagine how I am going to be when neutering happens

Happy Birthday again - what a birthday you had! whew!

Mandie is having her two top baby canines pulled and a dental on April 11th. Trust me - I know what you mean. In my head, I know the process and the vet does this often and is a pro. I know what I would tell others and I tell myself that. But, umm..yeah - when it's your own baby, you still wig out.

That's why we all have each other - for support during our wigging out moments :D

Part Two Mommy Melt down
March 22nd 6:30 am
I dress in the dark so I don't wake DH. I stumble into the bathroom. Wow, I look a fright with purple lack of sleep smudges under my puffy eyes. I brush my teeth and Rubin stretches out with his butt in the air, then prances to the kitchen. I say, "Ah Ruby no breakfast for us sweetie." He gives a tentative sniff at the pantry door. I shake my head. "We are going Bye, Bye " He rushes into the living room and does a dance in front of the door. I put the zebra print carry purse o the floor and unzip it. Rubin jumps in, his little nubbin tail twitching like a windshield wiper on high speed. I feel almost sick, he is so happy. I can't meet his eyes, this is not a fun Senior visit trip. We are going to the Vet. They are going to knock him out and scrape his teeth. Gosh I hate this ! I slide my feet into my nasty rubber clogs and call him into my lap. I brush him and do his top knot. He sits patiently. All this is what we do before visits but, this morning we skip the teeth brushing. He goes out to potty,then back in the zebra purse. Out to the car. He settles into the comfy car seat and smiles ( yes he really smiles, pulls his lips back and shows his teeth). It is still dark when we pull into McDonalds drive thru. Rubin is excited he smells all the wonderful greasy stuff frying. I order a large hot tea. He whines, what is going on Mama ? no bunless burger or chicken nuggets ? Rubin gives a reminder bark to let me know he is in the back seat. I tell him sorry as both our stomachs growl in hunger. Rubin does his dramatic 'what about me sigh' and gives me the stink eye.
7:15 am
When we pull into the empty Animal Hospital parking lot Rubin is shocked. He knows where we are and whines. I unhook his car seat and he jumps up front and into my lap. I stroke him absently and say a prayer, 'Lord please let this dental be ok and keep my baby safe." Rubin gives me several licks on the chin , he knows something is worrying me. I mumble we are too early and take a sip of tea I scald my tongue. I spit and spray hot tea on me and Rubin. I cough and tears leak out of my eyes. Rubin whines and picks up my over the top vibes. I hug him too tight and swab at the wet with my soggy shirt tail. Lights bounce off the mirror as two more vehicles pull into the parking lot.

Oh my! I love your story telling style... have you written any books? Looking forward to the next installment!

Teresa, you really do tell a wonderful story! If you haven't tried to get something published, you should. I have a children's story I want to put to paper but just haven't taken the time. You should take the time!!

Sending prayers for your pup's dental and for your nerves. Also happy birthday, you really need to celebrate when the pup comes home!!

I'm hooked! Need an update!

Ooops Sorry.. Happy Belated Birthday!

Mommy Melt down Part 3
March 22, 7:25 am
Rubin and I see headlights bounce off the mirror. The driver of a new Lexus takes the first parking place, the one closest to the door. And Ford Escape pulls parks next to me. Rubin and I watch as the Lexus door opens and a nice looking, thirty something, dressed in a suit, man tugs on something in the back seat. A very, very, young Doberman with taped ears almost takes a nose dive onto the parking lot. The man glances at his watch and hooks a flexi leash to the pup's chain collar. I frown. He has a phone pressed to his ear and his back to the pup when she runs full speed to a very brownish patch of weedy grass. "Oh Dear Lord," I say to Rubin, "he is letting that beautiful little girl sniff and walk where a thousand sick dogs have puked, pooped...." We hate him. Rubin gives a half hearted woff at the man. The puppy poops and of course the Bad Daddy doesn't pick it up. He looks at his watch again. I hug Rubin too tight and he presses his nose into my neck. The woman in the SUV Looks at us and waved a hand at the man. She couldn't make eye contact because of my tinted windows. I think she felt friendly because my back window says : Yorkies R Therapy. "She might be a nurse, we like her." I said to Rubin. He looked her over and gave a brief tail twitch. She was dressed in butterfly scrubs, and had a Yorkie on her lap. Her little Yorkie was barking like a possessed squeaky toy. Rubin looked at me to see if I was going to correct the dog , when I didn't he tipped his head to study my face. A side door opened and the overnight staff headed for the back parking lot. The Bad Daddy man yelled out to them, "Hey, when you guys open up ?" One fellow called back, " Seven thirty." Just then the front office lights came on. The nurse lady got out of her SUV, carrying a to go cup of too hot McDonalds something in one hand and Miss Yappy Butt under the other arm. The Bad Daddy almost drags the puppy up the ramp and rushes through the front door. I looked at Rubin gave him a kiss and said, "Ruby get in your bag" and he did. I zipped it up. Time to go.

Can someone please let me know why I feel like I am sitting right there in the passenger seat? Lol, happy belated birthday btw.

You are an awesome story teller, loved this and I too stress when it comes to my furkids...

Part 4??? Lol!! Loving your story!! Happy bday by the way!

Aarrrggghhhh...I'm hanging, waiting on part 4...

Just checking back for part 4...you tell a great story! :D

Ditto!:D

Happy belated bday. I'm also waiting on part 4. You tell a wonderful story. How did it go?

Update on Ruben???
 

I am waiting too!!!! How is Ruben??

Anesthesia is always gut-wrenching. There is no way to grow accustomed to it - you always know there is the small chance.....but you brave through it to prevent decay and inflamed gums and abscess, infection and pain. Bravo, Yorkie Momma! Whew! At least it's over for another year or so and you can unclutch your stomach and unkink your hair.

Part 4, Mommy Melt Down
" Ruby get in your bag" he did and I zipped it up. When I opened the car door, and the light came on. I saw what a mess I was. My ragged red tee shirt had a still wet tea stain, centered on my left boob. Thank goods my sweat pants were navy, so no obvious wet spot. I did one of those weird, snorting laughs, the kind that is like a hiccup that just comes out fast, and too loud. Shocking like middle school boys, doing arm pit farts. You know, the stress laugh that happens at church, weddings and funerals. Rubin whined and started to dig. He was trying to get under the bottom pad in carry bag. I told him, "Sorry baby, Mama is wackadoodle today." Me who always dresses so carefully, Miz matchy, matchy has on one navy sock and one black one. I dangle my feet out the door and peel off the socks, tossing them onto the normally tidy back seat. I jam my naked feet into the neon orange rubber clogs I regret grabbing this morning. Ew, nasty, I feel the little dirt balls inside. I sling the zebra carry bag onto my should and Rubin is still digging and whining. The Bag is swinging back and forth and banging my belly in tempo to his digging as we walk to the front door. "Ruby stop it," I say. I know he has picked up my nervousness. He yelps in that " I got to pee bark' and I almost do the snort laugh again. I swallow it back and confess miserably "I got to pee too. It will be ok it's just nerves."
Just as I reached for the door it swung in and the Bad Daddy man rushed out. I automatically stepped to the side. I gave a surprised squeak as my shoulder banged the door frame.The shoulder strap slid down my arm and the carry bag thumped on the hard tile floor. Rubin barked in fear. D@mn ! No it wasn't Christian kindness pouring from between my lips. To Rubin I croon, "It's ok baby." The nurse lady in the waiting room, jumped up asking, "Are you ok ?" I nodded and tried to soothe Rubin. He was doing some honking CT coughing. I shushed him and in a sing song voice said, 'Breathe, breathe, Ah Good, good, baby." Her little Yorkie was working herself into a frenzy of high pitched screams. The nurse lady rushed back to the little diva in the rhinestone dress and held the Yorkie up to her face, making kissy sounds. We thought what a nice nurse lady, we like her. Rubin gave a few more coughs and then whined. He never acts this way and it is all my fault, for letting him feel my worry. I signed the consent forms that Deb the office lady handed me. Deb sweet talked Rubin, telling him he was a handsome boy. He refused to look out the screen panel. He had pressed himself into the far back corner, as far as he could go . He was a shaking fur ball of anxiety.

Wonderful story. I am waiting for the next installment. I feel like Buster when he is waiting for me to prepare dinner. I can't wait for more. Best wishes to Rubin on his dental adventure and to his Mommy his official biographer.
Happy Belated Birthday Teresa.

You are a very good writer Im looking forward to the next one

I'll pay you to PM me the rest of the story! Lol! On the edge of my seat!

I feel like I'm right there with you! Can't wait for the next installment!

Omg!!! I have to wait for more!! This is worse than the wait for the twilight movies! ;)

Lol I have to agree you tell a great story....look forward to more!

Poor Rubin...and poor Teresa...what a morning so far. Can't wait to see how it all turned out!

Part 5 Mommy Melt down
March 22, 7:35 am. Deb the office lady handed me a clipboard with consent forms. As I signed, Deb sweet talked Rubin, telling him he was a handsome guy. He refused to look out the screen panel. He pressed himself into the back corner as far as he could go. He was a shaking fur ball of anxiety. He gave another honking cough and turned up the volume on his whining. I laid the clip board on the counter and took a seat on one of the hard plastic chairs. Frightening thoughts about, hemorrhages, Collapsing Trachea, and bad anesthesia, start doing trampoline jumps in my sleep deprived brain. The outside door opens and two laughing women come in. They must be twins or I am seeing double red heads and chins. 'Morning ladies." chirps Deb. They gently sit down a wire crate. Inside is a very pregnant Bull Dog. "Tammy, it is baby day !" says Deb as she hands one lady the clip board. The nurse lady with the Yorkie asks, "Is she having a C-section ?' Both ladies nodded vigorously and one says, "Yes, only way for bullies, you know," and added proudly,"She is having six. I am Molly, and this is my sister Polly. And this is Queen Tammy of Tera" We all made appropriate baby shower, aw sounds. "Are you a nurse dear ?" asked Polly patting her red corkscrew curls. "No," said the nurse lady "I am a nail tech. I am Carol and this is Mia, she is getting her spay." Oh how nice," Molly replied. "We are retired show girls." Both jiggled and giggled, "You know dog show handlers" said Polly. Deb and Carol laughed. I gave a weak smile, as everyone looked at me. Before I could say a word, the back room door opened. Sue our favorite Vet nurse, picked up a clip board and headed toward me. I stood up and Rubin was suddenly deathly quiet. "Hi Teresa, is Rubin ready ?" I shook my head yes, and unzipped the bag carrier. Rubin would not come out. I tried to coax him by talking baby talk. Amazing how fear chases all correct solutions out of my mind. Deb came round the counter and took the zebra bag from me. She held it open so I could use both hands to lift Rubin out. Sue opened her arms to take Rubin. I kissed his little face, told him I loved him and put him in Sues arms. She turned around and the last thing I saw was his beautiful brown eyes and quivering top knot. Then the door closed with a final click. I swallowed a huge lump and pressed a hand to my rolling belly and leaned against the counter and blinked hard. Deb handed me a tissue. Polly or was it Molly? stroked my arm and said "It is the kindest thing...." I looked at her through tears and stuttered, "What do you mean?" Deb burst out laughing," Oh No, he is not being put to sleep. Rubin will be fine, he is just getting a routine dental !"

worth the wait More... more...more of the Adventures of Rubin. Hopefully he will do well in the kingdom of Anesthesia and win his battle against the dreaded plaque monster, and return to the loving arms of his Lady in Waiting.