A furmom's experience

I now know how it feels to be a furmom. I now know that it's possible to be scared over small conditions and complications and the feeling of paranoia while spilling a million tears because my thoughts would go way beyond my imagination even when people assure us that everything will be okay.

We brought Nana to Davao Emergency Veterinary Hospital between 4:30 AM and 5:30 AM early today. She was pregnant, estimated 62 days since the 1st contact with Yogi, and started having her contractions after we had dinner yesterday at 7:30 PM. 

Her contractions were normal and I promised to myself that I would help her deliver her babies. Her 1st puppy, a female, came out at around 9:30 PM. I thought things would really be a breeze since I assumed that just like us, the 1st is usually the hardest while the rest would be easy peasy. I was wrong.

The 2nd wave of her contractions started 2 hours after she let out her 1st pup, just an estimate. Khyle, who just came home from work as a part-time barista was with me while we were doing video calls with Angeli, his girlfriend, and Jai2, his twin's girlfriend, helped me with Nana so I would be able to keep my eyes open all throughout Nana's ordeal.

At around 2:00 AM, we noticed that her contractions were coming in faster but no puppy was coming out during that time. However, we were able to see a sign of the 2nd puppy's paw a little after 2:00 AM but her contractions decreased. That was, in my calculations, 4 hours and 30 minutes from her 1st birth. Beforehand, I was able to read that normally, the interval time between 2 dogs is around 30 minutes to 2 hours, 3 hours being the longest. Now, I was already starting to get worried about her situation and called on my husband, Tata, and told him that we need to bring her to the vet or she might not survive.

We decided to bring her to the Davao Emergency Veterinary Hospital, one of the hospitals for furbabies which is open 24/7. Luckily, we were able to arrive on time. If it we were a minute too late, all would be nothing.

Doctor Karen, the doctor on duty at that time, was able to help us assess Nana's situation calmly even when the emotions we had were wildly and weirdly mixed. She got Nana into surgery after assessing her in less than 30 minutes. We were really lucky to land on Dr. Karen.

While waiting for the most tormenting thing to be over when you have a patient, her promise that surgery will take about 30 minutes to an hour, estimated, materialized.

Thankfully, Nana is now recuperating. She bore 4 puppies, 3 females and 1 male. 1 female wasn't able to survive but still, I believe, God is a miracle worker. Doctors and anybody who has a big role in any event are God's instruments to make things better. 

First, I can't thank Papa God enough. This made us stronger and what came out are better furparents. Secondly, I am grateful for Dr. Karen. I wasn't scared and was confident that Nana will pull through because of her. Thirdly, we are lucky that Davao Emergency Veterinary Hospital is available to every furparent, 24/7. Their skills, expertise and compassion to every fur-family is immeasurable. This is the reason why I highly recommend them. Pricesare reasonable. Of course, this definitely is equal to the love they give to their profession and the care they give to their patients.

I am surfacing from this experience as a much better fur-mama. I love Nana with all my heart. I even pray that when time comes, we would go together. But, I'm pretty sure that God always has His plans for each one of us. 

A sentimental mom's thoughts

 A while ago, I sent a "sad face" emoticon to one of my twin sons to a picture he posted on his socmed from the concert they attended for Kadayawan. It was by accident as I was supposed to send a love emoticon for the picture. I feel happy that he was able to enjoy the moment where his a-i and I shared finances for him to be able to witness the event. Half heartedly, I was sad because he was enjoying this life with his friends and girlfriend instead of us. But such is life. 

As the song goes "and children get older, I'm getting older too", which makes me feel sentimental every time I get the chance to listen to this song. 

To be honest, I would like to think that we'll be okay, and for sure I'll be okay when time comes because the people that we love the most will be taken cared of the way we took care of them. That, I'll be ok knowing that my kids will be compensated with the love that we gave them, if not a 100%, 80% at least. This is honestly the reason why I love my sons' respective girlfriends, yeah, sad to say, they already have girlfriends. 

I pray though that what we lack, they will search, most especially the relationship with Christ. But nevertheless, I'm okay. We'll be okay.