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...