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Newton seems to be... okay. Knock on wood. Cross your fingers. Today he's a bit better than yesterday. He ate a few spoonfulls of mild canned food, and drank on his own. He also finished the last of his IV injections, and IV drip.
His CBC test tomorrow will tell me what kind of damage his organs have gotten from the virus, and a WBC will tell us where the infection is at.
Yesterday he wasn't doing so good. Not eating, sleeping a lot, not wanting to do anything. He also vomited a few times, and had a bowel movement. Thankfully though the latter was semi-solid and did not reek of the distinctive Parvo smell. Also, there was no blood to be seen. Which is a VERY good sign.
Last night I did something I haven't done in a very, very, very long time. I prayed.
Newton was so weak he didn't want to even lift his head. I started to bawl. That's where I looked up at my bedroom ceiling in the dark and prayed he would get better. I did so for a good five minutes. Crying and asking God to please spare my puppy.
I don't have much of a comment on the situation. I don't know if I'll do it again. But at that point in time it seemed like the right thing to do. And I don't regret it.
Eddie called me last night. Upset and crying. He says it has been hard to function knowing I'm not speaking to him. I told him not to do this. That he can't have his cake and eat it too.
He wants me in his life. Even if it's just coffee every once and a while. No sex. No being sweet. No relationship if that's what I want. He just wants us to be around each other. I told him I'd think about it.
If this is going to happen, he needs to realize he can't tell me we shouldn't see each other anymore, and then call me a few weeks later saying he needs me. I can't do that anymore. I'm tired of it.
We are scheduled to have coffee or lunch on Monday. I'm free to cancel if I want. I'm not sure what I'm going to do just yet.
It's hard to walk away from the father of the baby you lost not even 2 weeks ago.
I'm anxious about Friday. The movers are set to be here at 12. I'm sad to leave Gainesville, but I need Fort Lauderdale, and the people and places that dwell in the city. I'll be back. I just need to feel the ground for a little bit.
I hope my baby is okay tomorrow.
His CBC test tomorrow will tell me what kind of damage his organs have gotten from the virus, and a WBC will tell us where the infection is at.
Yesterday he wasn't doing so good. Not eating, sleeping a lot, not wanting to do anything. He also vomited a few times, and had a bowel movement. Thankfully though the latter was semi-solid and did not reek of the distinctive Parvo smell. Also, there was no blood to be seen. Which is a VERY good sign.
Last night I did something I haven't done in a very, very, very long time. I prayed.
Newton was so weak he didn't want to even lift his head. I started to bawl. That's where I looked up at my bedroom ceiling in the dark and prayed he would get better. I did so for a good five minutes. Crying and asking God to please spare my puppy.
I don't have much of a comment on the situation. I don't know if I'll do it again. But at that point in time it seemed like the right thing to do. And I don't regret it.
Eddie called me last night. Upset and crying. He says it has been hard to function knowing I'm not speaking to him. I told him not to do this. That he can't have his cake and eat it too.
He wants me in his life. Even if it's just coffee every once and a while. No sex. No being sweet. No relationship if that's what I want. He just wants us to be around each other. I told him I'd think about it.
If this is going to happen, he needs to realize he can't tell me we shouldn't see each other anymore, and then call me a few weeks later saying he needs me. I can't do that anymore. I'm tired of it.
We are scheduled to have coffee or lunch on Monday. I'm free to cancel if I want. I'm not sure what I'm going to do just yet.
It's hard to walk away from the father of the baby you lost not even 2 weeks ago.
I'm anxious about Friday. The movers are set to be here at 12. I'm sad to leave Gainesville, but I need Fort Lauderdale, and the people and places that dwell in the city. I'll be back. I just need to feel the ground for a little bit.
I hope my baby is okay tomorrow.