Blue's blog

11am. She took a teat, only for a few moments but she tried...a hopeful sign.

11.40 am - tried again, and she had a feed! Fantastic!

You know something, in the movie Dr Doolittle I think, there's this freaked out Airedale terrier  who keeps going ' he threw the ball! he threw the ball !!!' in some kind of obsessive compulsive manic high...well thats how I feel right now..running around calling friends and harassing my house mate saying 'she's had a feed she's had a feed'. 

Gawd...the things we type on web pages huh:) Still, it is very exciting...and another hopeful sign.

I will leave her rest now for a while and try again an an hour or so. 

Its kind of worse than looking after a new born human really..at least they can cry..tell you in their way where it hurts etc..so much of this is intuitive and hoping for the best.  xxing fingers...