It’s been an eventful week in our household.
- We had our first week of real sunny weather and the baby had her first taste of no trousers. (She still had a nappy on – I’m not a monster )
- We went to a baby swimming class
- Our cat Batman almost died
That last one is no exaggeration. After approximately 9 weeks of being around a new baby, we thought he was coping relatively well; he was still eating, drinking, and generally being a cat. Last week however, he stopped doing all of that.
We took him to the vet to discover that the additional stressor (i.e. baby ) had caused his immune system to drop, which then caused his cat-hepatitis (?!), which made him jaundiced, dehydrated and lethargic.
It cost us over £300 to find this out and put him on a drip overnight (That’s right – cats go on drips. Who knew!). We didn’t have pet insurance because we were stupid. He’s two years old, we thought. What could go wrong? . Cat hepatitis everybody. Cat hepatitis.
He is now back home and seems to be recovering. We broke our rule about not allowing him in to the bedroom and bought him the most expensive cat food so we could feel less guilty.
In other news, baby is growing. She is literally a different baby every week and I find myself sending photos to everyone I know and posting things on instagram like those people I swore I’d never be . You see this? This is our baby this week. Next week? Different baby.
Every little move she makes, every little thing she learns how to do for the first time I find incredible and great, but very sad at the same time because it’s one more thing she can do on her own without me. I want her to know everything and nothing at the same time. I want her to grow, but I also want her to be a little zombie baby that just looks at me all day being cute.
Well, that’s all I have time for today 🙂 Have a great weekend folks, I’m off to figure out how to give Batman his antibiotic. Just mix it in with his food, they said. I’d like to see you try it Mr Vet.