Back when Gandalf got sick in December, we were told that there was an 85% chance that he could have another GDV. In order to prevent it, he would need to have a staple put in to keep his stomach from twisting. However, the vet said that we should do it the next time Gandalf was going to be under rather than scheduling a separate surgery for him. He had been due for a teeth cleaning since last year, but honestly with a newborn, we forgot to take care of it. His breath was pretty foul, so between our offended noses, the need for the stomach staple, and the bonus fact that in January and February our veterinarian's office has a sale on teeth cleaning (I swear I'm not making that one up), it seemed like a clear sign that this was the time do it.
Then my great aunt's death required me to be in Chicago over when the surgery was scheduled. I freaked out calmly questioned the vet about Gandalf's chances of having another GDV in the next five minutes interim. She pointed out that there was an 85% chance of recurrence in his lifetime, not within the next month. After breathing into a paper bag, or at least calming down a bit, I was ready to reschedule. The vet's office was even nice enough to lock in the original price.
Today was the big day. Gandalf was a real trooper. Of course he had no idea what he was in for and was just happy to be going to one of his favorite places in the world...the vet's office. No, I'm not making that up either. He loves going there. The surgery was a success. Now he's home peacefully resting on his dog bed with his e-collar on his neck. He's still pretty groggy from the anesthesia.
Before we had human children, we thought handling our pets' recovery from surgery was difficult. When the cats were spayed, we struggled to keep their e-collars on them so that they wouldn't lick their sutures. It was the same for Gandalf when he was a puppy. Now the challenge is a little more complex: keep the kids from taking off the e-collar, or worse wearing it themselves, so that Gandalf leaves the sutures and the kids alone.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Having kids can put a twist on events that you wouldn't even dream of before parenthood.
Professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 6 year old and a 3 year old. Also found in my house is my husband who is known on this blog as The Big Giraffe.
For those of us who didn't get an instruction manual with our babies and for whom parenting hasn't always gone as planned. On a more serious note this blog is about supporting a woman's ability to make her own choices about parenting including the choice, for whatever reason, to bottle feed her babies formula.
Glad he's doing well after his big day.
Yeah, kids throw everything into a whole different light, don't they?