The last four days Blake has been grazing a lot, drinking his goat milk/water mix from a bowl during the day and getting a very small bottle of watered down goat milk/water mix at night. But tonight I thought maybe Blake gets so excited every time he sees his bottle because he needs it nutritionally; the way we'll crave certain foods because they have some nutrient we need. Worried he needed more bottle feeding, I let him have a bigger bottle tonight. Big mistake. I'm so mad at myself, I should have known better. After letting him have a big bottle tonight he blew up like a helium balloon. I've spent the last five hours by his side massaging him and wiping him down with a warm damp towel in order to make him to poop and pee. I was really scared. He is amazing but he is not a cute helium balloon. I am very relieved to report that he is resting now and back to looking himself. Given tonight’s events, I now believe he is not craving the nutrition inside the bottle but simply likes the comfort of nursing. And that made me think of him losing his mom and her losing her life and that made me cry most the night but it also made me realize how truly lucky I am that I get to be a part of so many amazing animals’ lives...
Rough night.
Understanding all that happened and why, I am sorry that you and Blake had a rough night and send my best thoughts that today is a much better time. Blake is beautiful and so are you! Linda
ReplyDeleteOh, MAN! You are a great fawn-mommy, and Blake is so very lucky to have found himself so fashionably in your care. Thank you. You're more than Heather and I could have ever hoped for when we found this white polka dotted sprawl on the middle of the road.
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