Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do...

Atom2 is pretty much tied to my hip... Requiring feedings every two hours, I have no choice but to take him with me...  He's already been to a Simi Valley Planning Committee meeting, a mall merchants association meeting and also to the rescue shop several times... What are you going to do, ya know?

It is worse than having a baby at the age of 56... Complete with critter carrier, baby food, syringes, pitty pads, bedding change, SubQs, etc... 

I've discovered the footies work pretty good for him.... They are his size -- OK, well a bit big --- and keeps him warm, but he can't wiggle out of them easy either... 

He's been to the vet's office already... The X-ray up on the light box was bigger than him in size... We held him up and if my cell phone had not been dead, I'd have taken a photo of it... 

The vet could find nothing wrong on the Xray and then had a heck of a time trying to take blood (and enough of it) to run blood panel tests... His teeny tiny size is not thyroid, but she's still not quite sure what is going on... We've added pancreatic enzymes to his diet, but it is still quite a struggle to get 90 to 100 calories down him each 24 hour period... 

Atom2 does not like being left alone... There are times at night I have eventually just given in and allowed him to sleep with me so that I can catch an hour's worth of sleep... 

I have tried all different kinds of configurations to avoid that scenario - not that I am afraid of rolling over on him because he immediately gravitates to below your chin under your neck, but because I don't want to find any 'presents' in my bed... I can only take so much of that pitiful puppy "I'm all alone here" whining and I succumb to it... 

Along this journey of nights waking up every 2 hours to feed him, my 'batteries' are just running down... Hubby got sick running around in last week's rain and of course, I picked it up... This weekend has miserable as I am trying to keep up with him and fight off this upper respiratory... 

I'm the kind of person that if I can just get some sleep, I can kick just about anything... I don't sleep more than 5-6 hours per night anyway, but I'm just running out of steam right about now... 

My daughter and the Saturday crew at the rescue shop took a shift with him in the afternoon to give me some relief... 

And (thankfully) my daughter and her boyfriend (home on leave) took him last night so I could get a full night's sleep... As in 'will he really fit?', they sat him in a shoe and Atom2 curled up immediately and went to sleep... You will do just about anything in the middle of the night to get some sleep... Like I said earlier - it is worse than having a newborn baby... (sigh)...