Baby's bladder is working, in the next very short while, I am going to give his tummy a rub. I wonder?
There are tiny black specks on my hands when I have finished handling him. Is that an indication he has "gone potty", cute phrase.
This is the first kitten I have ever seen or held so its all a very steep learning curve. At his last feed, Jazz acted aggressively toward him; with swift intervention, no harm was done.
I realise that this dream like happiness with new kit may be short lived and I have been firmly reminded that there is still a high chance baby will pass away.
I am preparing myself for this and I think I have got to the point where I can accept it.
Jazz is being playful again, dashing happily up and down the kitchen and tossing her dinner bowl for more food.
These are wonderful signs to see that mentally and emotionally she may be recovering.
Baby is growing a little bit and is feeding for a few minutes then basically falling asleep.
Even the kids are not particularly attached to the baby ad once feeds are over, we put baby away to sleep and just get on with the day. I check on him a lot but otherwise, we can only hope for the best outcome, even if it means baby does not live.
Anyway, its still a lovely thing to help this little guy. He is sooooooo cute and has such a spunky personality.
He has no table manners and even ends up with a milky chin after feeds!
hehe, babies are so funny.
