Tuesday, November 6, 2007
And again
Kitling #2 was also stuck in the birth canal. This one required my intervention to finally deliver. I have pulled a variety of farm animals alongside my grandfather, but I have to say that seeing my shaking, frightened Jo holding an old towel and moving her lips to prayers she wasn't even aware that she was asking made the whole process that much harder.
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So, did that one die, too? Or is it in a tiny bunny incubator?
Are the kits too big and that is why they are getting stuck? ~ KH who knows nothing about animal birthing
Oh, MG . . .I'm not sure which I'm struck by more. . .I began reading at the bottom of your multi-ost, so I was 'emotionally' set up for your last notation. However, I was unprepared for the poetic way in which you described your daughters' response to your bunnicular aid.
Grieving for the bunny; awed at your skillful, deft 'delivery' of words.
Both of the kits were delivered dead. Jo asked, as we prepared the bury the second one, if this is what it feels like to have a broken heart. I started crying. I so hate it when my children hurt, you know?
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