Magic Fever

Dear all,

Before our sharp wiry daughter notices that her wiry parents are happily posting blogs of newly found friends from bloggerland and lamments that we are neglecting her, we are dedicating this WHOLE post to her- yeah, our big pampered girl!

Fever was due on 14 Nov 2005. I started scratching around and feeling the super- grumps on 13 Nov (signs of delivery), but she remained contented in me.
Mummy took me to the vet on 15 Nov as she was super worried that I might start delivering alone at home. The doc slapped my bloated tummy to ascertain that Fee was still alive, took my temperature and cheerily announced that the baby should be coming soon.
However, he recommended a C- sec as he suspected that there were few pups, which increased chances of having a huge pup, which means getting stuck during birth, and prolonged delivery. That was how Fever was forcibly taken to meet this brave new world on 15 Nov 05. The vet was right- 1. she was big. 2. She had no siblings.

Right from the start, Fee was a big baby with a big appetite. Once she had learnt to suckle, she demanded ALL day long. And night too. Her little tummy was perpetually bloated and looked ready to burst... surprisingly, it din. She drank milk while I was lying down, sitting, or standing up. I believe her circus career began then- she could hang on to me with her tiny mouth while the rest of her heavy body was suspended in air, and suckled away for her dear little life.

Despite my warning growls and occasional growls (which resulted in her wailing piteously and me looking like a big bully) warning her that she was drinking too much, Fee would still waddle over for more MILK. By the time she was two weeks' old, she looked like a well- nourished 1- month old wire.

Also, despite looking like a guinea pig at first, I was sure that the doc did not swap my wire baby for a guinea pig in the surgery room. Fee inherited the classic wire character- she did not hesitate to show her unhappiness- she showed her displeasure toward this cold new world with whines. Right from Day 1, she also would not be flipped over. If she was, she would holler away at the top of her tiny lungs. In subsequent days, for any routine checks or cleaning or carrying in a way she din feel like enduring, Fee wailed and struggled and kicked and wiggled.

Fee developed her (loud) wailing routine into an art of sulking. Once, when her wails and kicks did not prevent mummy from getting her to be tummy- rubbed, Fee sulked when she was finally let down. Then, she quickly snuggled up and showed her fleshy backside to mummy! That is something that even fearless me (except for thunders) did not have the audacity to do...

It was a relief when Fee was eventually whisked off to her forever home. She went to live with Auntie R- mummy's cousin. There, Fee lives the abundant life where food, toys and treats are overflowing. Fee also continued her circus career, developed her sulking trait plus critical thinking skills and she is treated like a little princess. She even has a blog of her own to show it all off.

Fee has quickly forgotten about us... She believed that we are out to bully her whenever we come all the way for parents' visits... she would wail and then slink away to hide.

Hah... I just heard that she had grown bigger since the last time her vital stats are taken and I cannot believe it that she is now bigger than yours truly. We shall have to visit her soon to find out for ourselves.

Lurff you Fee,
Ah Ma aka Mango.