IDON’TKNOWWHATTODOSOMEONEHEEELP!
Meghan and I were pretty lucky when our daughter Georgia was a baby because she didn’t cry very much. Sure, she had the occasional meltdown as all babies do, but seemed pretty content most of the time.
Until one evening last Fall. Georgia started to cry. Loudly. Relentlessly. Part of me started to panic a little as I tried to figure out was wrong. She wasn’t hungry, she had just eaten. She wasn’t tired, she had just taken a nap. I happened to look across the room as I was walking her and noticed that Olive was nervously pacing back and forth, worrying about Georgia just like I was.
I sat in the rocking chair in the room hoping that would help and suddenly, Olive jumped into the chair with us and literally put paws on Georgia, almost like she was trying to comfort her. I couldn’t really believe what I was seeing.
For the record, the problem ended up being a bad case of gas (a few massive farts tipped me off and provided a moment of levity). Luckily, they make pretty potent, fast-working gas medicine for babies. And we had Olive there to help :).
As a Dad I sympathize with Olive. Sometimes I don’t know what to do either.
It’s a tough job. Worth it though :).
Poor Olive. But they are caring little furballs when not destroying our homes. lol
I had a black siamese that once saved my infant daughter’s life, so I am pretty thankful for my felines. My Blackie (short for Benton Noir) came and woke me by jumping on my chest and batting my nose to tell me that my daughter had stopped breathing. I made it in there in time to get her breathing again with no other issues.
And those loser family members that told me letting the cat sleep at the end of her crib was a horrible idea. Hmph! I think not. Blackie slept there until she passed away at 14. Then my next fur baby, Tigger, took up the post and he guarded my kids too.
Wow, that’s a pretty amazing story! They really do become a part of the family.