Day 9: The Rude Awakening

My friend text me this morning to see how things were going …. This was my response!

I got up feeling positive about getting our morning routine in order - but it didn’t quite work out and now I have pee’d on floors everywhere upstairs to contend with!

Basically, back legs not working whatsoever.

I have to get up;

Get him out of the back door without him squirting pee enroute - impossible!

I thought I could leave him sat outside in a sit position, (peeing all over his own feet) whilst I cleaned his ‘pig pen’ which guess what? He’s pee’d all over as he kicked off his nappy in the night. But NO . He’s scooting about outside trying to drag himself up steps so can’t be left.

So then I think… I’ll take him over to his food bowl to eat his breakfast whilst I clean his Pig Pen. I pop a puppy pad down by his bowl. Go to get him thinking he’s all ‘pee’d out’ so will be fine with no nappy to be carried from back door to food bowls. Again I would be wrong. Pee squirting everywhere.

I wash down his bed & pig pen and change his blanket. Go to check on him eating. He’s decided he doesn’t want to eat for himself today and has got bored waiting for me to hand feed him. He’s decided instead to scoot himself to his favourite fluffy rug by the fire in the lounge and yes you guessed it…he’s shot pee everywhere enroute!

Now for his sponge bath. Starts off ok then damn it… pee shoots up in the air and covers us both. Did I wrong this pup in a different life?!

Time for his physio with his nappy now firmly in place. He can’t be bothered, he just wants the treats. With that done. He’s now snoozing off his hard mornings work in front of the fire whilst I now :

• Have to get ready for work and try my best to not smell of dog pee. Impossible. The stench just doesn’t wash off!

Oh and this mornings poop is yet to make an appearance.

Washing machine going non stop with his blankets and towels and bin bags piling up of nappies, puppy pads, floor wipes and baby wipes

Shoot me now!!

---

At times like these you realise that parents are a god send. I hand over the reigns to his nanny for the afternoon with the house a bomb site and I’m truely at the end of my tether.

I spend a well earned afternoon at a yoga class, jacuzzi, sauna, steam room. Even wash my hair and pop on a nice jumper dress for lunch and bubbles. I feel human again and have found a whole new appreciation for new single mums. I’m on full day no. 2 with no end in sight!

Of course the mum guilt kicks in so if I’m not with him I at least need to spend a bit of time sorting out the things we need for an easier life. So I get his hydrathearpy rehab sorted for next week and speak with the lovely lady there who says all the right things to me and gives me hope that he will walk again!

Then I order a second washing machine just for his bits. I can’t be putting my lovely collection of clothes in the same machine as one constantly on the go with pee’d on blankets! I think it will be more harmonious for us both to have our own machines! It shall arrive on Sunday.

Then I make the mistake inbetween sipps of Prosecco to Google (AGAIN) his condition now noting from his discharge notes that he’s considered Grade 5. Of course that’s the worst level you can possible have …. The outcome of my Google search? Read below … so when they say this is going to be a long slow process, they really meant it. 9 months?!!

As with all grandchildren, they are angels for their grandparents and he’s popped out a nice No.2 on a puppy pad for nanny. Let’s her clean him up and is even accepting of the floor cleaning machine coming out without going crazy. I return to a clean and tidy house and a happy little pup.

I have of course stopped off at the shop on my way home to get him his favourite pink plastic pig toy. It‘s a way to ease my conscience for abandoning him for the afternoon for my own pleasure. This is easily his 20th of these! He loves to destroy them, starting with chewing off their feet!

Mummy guilt overcome with a new pink plastic pig! I am forgiven for leaving him with his Nanny for the afternoon

Now for naughty time no doubt once nanny leaves!

It’s an early night for us both!