I Feel Good

Susanne got seven full hours of sleep last night and it felt great. She decided to forego pumping overnight so that she would be able to get a few more hours of sleep. She felt that it was well worth it despite the discomfort she felt in the morning. This was the most sleep she had had since before Paxton was born. This would be much needed for her to get through today.

Moppy watched Paxton at the house today since it went so well last week. This helped take a lot of pressure off of Susanne because she was able to just focus on herself getting ready and out of the door. This made it a lot easier.

When Susanne got to work, she was happy to see that her friend, Cory, was back from her trip to Paris. Susanne was excited to hear all of the details. Susanne was also glad to see her confidant, Julie. She was eager to give her a hug and offer her condolences for having to put her cat, Herb, to sleep. Susanne knew that feeling all to well. It was never easy losing a companion.

Susanne had a challenging case today that kept her at work longer than she had hoped. She ended up getting home just in time for Paxton's midnight feeding. Moppy was concerned because Paxton had been acting uncomfortable and having difficulty getting settled over the last few hours. She tried everything she could think of, but nothing seemed to soothe him. He was not much of a crier, but it was easy to tell when he wasn't feeling well. Usually he would talk to himself, rub his face a lot, and have difficulty falling asleep. This was exactly what Moppy had been observing all evening.

Susanne was so excited to see him. She had missed him so much. He always brightened up her day no matter how awful it was. She must have brightened up his day too because he smiled the second he saw her. He seemed to respond well to her. She was able to get him settled and off to bed in no time. Moppy and Susanne thought that it would be so much easier if he could just talk and let you know what was wrong with him. This wasn't too foreign to Susanne, however, because she was used to this. Her own patients could not talk and let her know what was wrong with them either. Woof! Woof! Meow!