Oh how the mighty have fallen! This topic is a bit sad to me. Those that are close will tell you that my cat Winter was my baby. She was spoiled like you wouldn’t believe. She has health insurance, a fluffy bed in our bedroom, a blinged out food bowl, a cat tree in our living room and a glass water bowl we keep elevated because miss thang can’t or will not drink it out of it if it’s on ground. For those of you who also treat your pets like children, you understand! Those who don’t well to each their own I guess, lol. People used to tell me, wait until you have children! My response was always the same; I looked at them with this how-dare-you look and swear that was not possible. I am certain you’ve gathered where this is going by now?
Our baby boy was born and just like that as my mother calls it, she was de-throned. No longer was she the princess of our castle. I was so immersed and overwhelmed (that is a whole nother post) in motherhood that I physically, mentally and emotionally didn’t have anything extra to give. It changed from the moment I walked in the house with a new baby from the hospital, it was different. I remember it like it was yesterday. It had been over four hours since I had been given pain killers and I was in tears with pain therefore my wife, Deysi left to get my prescription. I sat on the couch, baby asleep, counting the minutes until her return when kitty approached me, happy to see me after two days and I said; “Not now kitty!”
How confused must have she been. This is her mommy. The woman on whom she snuggled on top of every day including pregnancy. And here she was rejecting her. For the very first time. Things didn’t get better I’m afraid. I took off her blinged out collar so that the clinging against her water and food bowl wouldn’t wake the baby. I was nursing round the clock so there was only room for one baby on my lap. Her normal things like randomly scratching the wall became aggravating. Her hair all of a sudden bothered me because I didn’t want the baby breathing it. I used to worry sick on vacation about her and now I was content remembering to feed her every day (I always did btw). It’s really sad I know. I am not proud of this. As of now we’re somewhere in between. I try to make a conscious effort to pet her or talk to her. Our baby loves seeing her so perhaps once he grows out of the chasing her tail phase, they can be the best buddies, brother-furry sister I once envisioned.
To be continued.
*If you have any tips on how to better transition they are more than welcomed! You can also follow my journey day-to-day on instagram. Link is below.