This is what Mia thinks of cow's milk or moo-moo nai nai. She usually spits it out.
Mia had two shots to catch up with this group's immunization schedule. She was a champ for those and only cried for the actual shots. But then came the blood draw to check her iron levels, crit and other related labs. They needed to fill 4 tubes and of course the first vein collapsed so she went through two pokes. I straddled poor Mia's body on the exam table, one tech held the arm and I held her torso as the other tech drew the blood. She screamed bloody murder from the restraint mostly from what I could tell. I felt horrible for her. So defenseless and not able to understand why it was happening to her. But she recovered and was her usual self at the play group we visited.
We arrived home for Mia's first nap, but I found some interesting remnants on our carpet. Turned out to be the chewed up remains of ant bait. Kona ate the contents! Oh what idleness leads to for a dog. At this point, I am totally panicking and have visions of Kona getting poisoned to death. Who knows what it can do to her? Dogs have odd reactions to things that are safe for humans like grapes, chocolate and onions, so what could ant poison do to her? Good thing we had just received a flier from a local vet in the mail. The vet told us to bring her right over to induce vomiting. Mia hasn't eaten lunch or had her first nap.
I grabbed Mia a cheese stick and load everyone up for the vet. Then I remember that we had an appointment for a quote for window treatments within the hour. UGH!!! Ken calls the window guy for me because I don't have the number. Good thing he's flexible and understanding.
Once at the vet, Kona is quaking her her boots because she is a big scardy cat and Mia does not want to go to the examining room because there are toys in the waiting area. I'm ready to pull my hair out. The tech takes Kona and is very good with her and I pick up Mia. Kona is so freaked out that she pees on the exam room floor. Mia tries to play with it since she loves liquids of all kinds. I catch her in time. Another potential disaster averted.
The vet looks up the poison and says that the active ingredient is not very toxic in dogs, but that it is best to induce vomiting to get whatever was left in the stomach out. They had us wait in the waiting area, so we were spared having to watch poor Kona vomit. About forty-five minutes and a $165 bucks later I am on my way home with a cranky baby, a nauseous dog and a raging headache.
2 comments:
Don't worry too much about the weight. Have you tried soy milk? My kids only drink soy milk. I'm the only one in family to drink whole milk! Go figure.
As for ingesting poison, JJ had swallowed those silica gels (that absorb moisture/humidity in foods) one time... just gave him lots of water and he was fine.
Well, it's been quite a while since I last wrote and I'm pretty sure the only people to read this post will be my wife and any other net surfer who happens to click on the tiny "comments" line at the end of the original post. Nonetheless, I know my wife will get a smile knowing she has another comment on her blog post.
It's been just over 1 month since we moved from Seattle, but it feels much longer. So much has happened as you can see from my wife's previous entries.
As for me, I started working about 1 1/2 weeks ago. It was weird to transition from a staying at home to working, but the amount of work to do in any day leaves me little time to think of much else. That being said, I still think of my Meemster and wife. I have a photo of each of them on my desk and I do wish I could be with them during the day at times, but we do need some cash flow to sustain ourselves.
Meemster has been quite the defiant one. I believe she is hitting her terrible 2s already. I think she will peak early in things. That is not to say that she will then have a precipitous decline after peaking but rather she'll get there faster than others. She's taller than she's supposed to be, speaks more than she should, and I believe has been more expressive than other kids her age. I at least hope she is hitting terrible 2s now, because if there is more to come, I'm not sure my wife or I could handle it. She has taken to the habit of throwing things while in the high chair. While this is likely a common thing amongst kids her age, she doesn't seem to know when to stop. My wife tries to place her in timeout by facing her at the blinds, but I think for the Meemster, it's just a change of scenery. I tried to be stern with her and even slapped her tray with my hand, but she found it amusing. So I resorted to restraining her. I held her hands at her sides so she couldn't move. When she realized she no longer had free control of her arms, she got quite frustrated. After multiple times of her throwing and me being her straight jacket, she finally relented and stopped throwing. Victory!! But that was temporary. This morning she refused to clean up her toys despite knowing exactly what I wanted her to do. I wanted to discipline her again, but without the high chair to support her, I found it difficult to restrain her arms. Ultimately I ended up holding her hands behind her back with her tummy on the ground. It felt like an episode of COPS on Fox. I felt horrible inside as she struggled to get free, but I knew it was for the best. The human handcuffs worked and she finally put her toys away.
For me, I do want Mia not only to behave properly, but I also want her to know that mommy and daddy are "right", at least most of the time, and she needs to listen. I foresee many situations where it would be impractical to try and reason with her to do something. I've seen other parents just tell their kids "no" and not explain. I thought that was a bit wrong, but I am coming to appreciate that sometimes when mommy or daddy say "no", it means "no" and that an explanation is not necessary.
Now don't peg me out as some mean borderline abusive dad. I love my Meemster and in no way do I feel I am hurting her. After each hold down, she springs right back up and gleams with a smile trying to win me over to her side and give her the upperhand. But I persist and finally when I establish myself as the alpha, she comes over and gives me a hug and goes on merrily playing and laughing.
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