My wish came true. Sorta. I'll get to that later, read on.
S and I recently became the very proud parents of a little guinea pig girl. We named her Josephine. Stand by for annoying parental bragging photos:
|Our baby, Josephine.|
When we saw her - no, more like when we held her - we knew she was coming home with us. S tried talking the kids into taking her home, but L had her heart set on a couple of gerbils. So I said to S, "Let's get her and she can be our fur baby."
|Look at that face. Really. Look.|
She says I look like a new mother; beaming with pride and love.
Anyway, we get her home, and I cannot and will not put her in her cage. I am so excited about
I texted her and told her my exciting news.
What did she do? She texted back that she was worried I was going to lose interest in a month and not take care of Josephine and she didn't want to feel responsible for that. She also reminded me of previous pets we owned while I was married to her dad that...err... didn't go well. Then, the proverbial cake topper was when she informed me that the kids aren't at my house enough to warrant a pet and all of their responsibilities.
I was in tears. Not gonna lie. And I told her so. "That hurts."
I know the number of days my kids are here a week. I don't need reminding... and goddamnmefortrying to create a fucking home here for them, for her too. A place they can feel comfortable. A place they want to come back to.
I just let it go with her. She was parenting me and it fucking hurt, and I'll be honest, it was a little insulting. But, I just let it go.
A few hours later, she texted that she was "secretly jealous of Josephine because she missed her guinea pig so much." I commended her for admitting that. And we joked around. And she has been coming over and loving on Josephine ever since. And loving me. And I've been loving her. So, we had our little fight and we all survived. I know bigger ones will come. I'm trying to brace myself. I wonder though if the bigger fights will come when I am parenting her... or if she will just keep trying to parent me.
|Motherless giggling at her fur sissy.|
We discovered Josephine is pregnant. Due any day now. Only I could pick out and fall in love with a pregnant guinea pig. We thought she was just fat. We loved that about her. Her big, round, fat belly - well, that and her super messy hair. (Did you get a look at that hair? OMG it's a wreck!)
Her first night in our home, I was holding her and I told S... "I think I feel fetal movement in here!" I made S feel. Then we did our Internet research and determined that she was indeed pregnant. Crazy. Just crazy.
I'm convinced this is why I wanted her. (See, now I'm the one who wanted her, not S.) Because I wanted her to have a homebirth, surrounded by love and comfort.
We have decided that if Josephine goes into labor and S is gone on a tip, Motherless will come to help with the delivery. This is actually kind of funny, because "help with the delivery" should include nothing more than staying out of Josephine's way. Pretty much what midwives do. We are the guardians of normal, safe birth. I will (hopefully) get to show Motherless a little bit about what midwives do... a little bit of how we "sit on our hands" and let the mamas follow their instincts, trust their bodies, and just give birth!
Midwives intervene when they need to. If there is trouble, an emergency, something of that order. And we will with Josephine too. Like if one of her pups needs a face cleaning. Or if there is a dystocia. I actually have no idea what to do with a guinea pig dystocia, but I am pretty sure it is NOT the same thing we do with a human dystocia.
Here's a little secret for you all... even if S is here, not on a trip, I am calling Motherless to come right over. She has got to be a part of this.
I never knew I could be this much in love with so many creatures.