At around 4am, Meg says to me quietly, “We didn’t talk about this before we went to bed, but I am not feeling well…” She didn’t really finish the sentence and she didn’t need to. I’ve already learned the short hand for “it’s your turn, bub.”
Actually, that’s fine. Meg’s been great about getting up and doing a majority of the feedings since I’ve been back to work this week. She got a little help from her mama this week to. And, even though I think I am still fighting a cold myself, mine seems to be on the way out. That means, yes it is my turn.
Meg feels the first feeding of the night is the trickiest because one’s body is in denial, as if to say “No, I just fell asleep, what are you doing?” I think the early morning feeding can be tricky, too. Especially, when you add in a restless basset hound.
Anyway, I am up super early on a Saturday. But, I’ve managed to soothe our savage beasts and it’s actually pretty quiet around here. So, I am taking advantage of it all. Whoops, spoke too soon…
BTW, some new vital stats from Shep’s last doctor visit.
Weight: 6 lbs 13 ozs
Length: 21 inches