After yesterdays and today’s events, I have concluded I am not fit for being a mother. Jax, mentioned on yesterday’s post that Yana had gotten lost after her surgery in our “backyard”and that I had teared up. Well, that is only moderately true. I cried my eyes out imagining everything that could had happened to our drug-induced puppy.
Today, I could not spoil the pups more! I gave them buttermilk after making butter, three bones, lots of food, milk, an apple and pretty much anything else they lay their eyes on. I opened the door for them about 30 times, which stirred up a discussion with Jaxon about spoiling the pups. Which, he is totally right about – but again, he has never had surgery.
Tonight after a somewhat active day for both Yaku and Yana, were getting ready to head to bed. As usual, Yaku pushed the door open from the outside and when it was time to close it, both dogs hustled to be the first to jump up and push the door closed – the winner would get a dog cookie. Yana tried once, then Yaku, then Yana. Jax was standing next to them and I was looking at the three of them happy that the pups were being so active. The whole day they had being playing and jumping, so we didn’t feel weird about having them close the door. On the third try I got a really bad feeling when I saw Yana turn around with eyes wide open.
I called her right away and saw that all her stitches had just pulled out. Yana looked at me, then at her stomach and started panicking, along with her Yaku. Jax grabbed her and I proceeded to call the emergency phone number on the vet’s emergency card – no answer. I started to panic. I called my dad who, at 10:00pm, offered to come help – thanks a lot dad. But we needed to do something before he came. Yana was screaming and panicking every other minute, Yaku was barking, I was on the verge of a panic attack and Jax held Yana tight. While pacing back and forth, I tried to remember all my health classes and all my memories led me back to 11th grade Biology – CLOSE THE WOUND. I hurried to our medical kit, which only contained band-aids (Note: buy/make First Aid kit – Top priority)
After a bunch of screaming by Yana, my dad’s calming dog-noises, Jaxon’s strong grip and my nursing practices, we got her wound disenfected and covered with gauze. I am now sitting next to her, wondering if I should spent the night awake making sure she is okay. Jax just said goodnight to Yaku, downstairs and he is now crying – and me too.
How am I ever going to be able to handle this with my children? Did I mention that the cut is only 1.5 inches long and not bleeding.