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So a few days ago, our little baby girl was spayed. The days leading up to the surgery were so very stressful for me. I had weird dreams, and I was so worried about anything happening to her.
Fortunately, the baby is okay and she’s back home with us. The day of spaying after we picked her up, she was pretty groggy and didn’t really interact much. She just sat there trying to fight her sleep. It broke my heart to see her that way.
I’m happy to report that the baby is back to normal now, and just as crazy, if not crazier than she was before she had surgery. Peppa was not only spayed, she also had some extra baby teeth removed and was chipped for safety. She went through a lot.
As she recovers now, we have to feed her soft food, and keep the activity to a minimum. But Peppa is a very energetic pup and she wants to play. She’s been locked up at home for days, wearing a cone, and a makeshift onesie that I made out of my underarmour shirt. She was trying to scratch her tummy with her hind legs, so I designed this outfit to try and prevent it. Obviously, the cone keeps her from licking it.
It’s been rather stressful for me, because she is so playful she risks getting hurt or opening her sutures. My wife is very caring with Peppa too, but she’s not as vigilant as I am about her energy exertion and eating stuff from the floor. She’s started to walk her again, and I’ve had a few moments were I kind of snapped at her for not keeping as close an eye on her as I do. I also snapped at my son for leaving her alone on the bed in our room one time. Yeah, it’s been stressful on all of us.
I look forward to the baby healing up and getting a clean bill of health when I take her in for a follow up on Saturday. So far she’s doing okay, the wound appears to be healing up nicely, but even as I write this, I’m terribly worried about the baby. I guess I’m just very overprotective, even towards those who love her as much as I do.