My daughter came ‘boincing’ (baby boy’s term) out of school today full of talk about her new teacher for next year. Apparently she asked all the children to say 3 facts about themselves, except 2 are true and one is a lie. God knows what the teacher thought about us when my daughter replied, ‘i can sleep on a boat that we sail on, i once had 7 pets and i watched the world cup matches’. I knew the world cup was a lie but i wasnt entirely sure about the 7 pets either until she explained it was when my older dog had her puppies, which we kept until they were old enough to be sold, plus the fish. What was a bot morbid was that she counted the boy puppies, who later died sadly (it was either hypothermia or fading puppy syndrome). Ever since i have been kicking myself that i didnt have a heat lamp or hot water bottle in the whelping box when they were first born. I was then obsessed with the girl puppies’ body temperature as i didnt want o lose any more to something so trivial. The boy puppies are buried at the bottom of our garden. It was a disastrous situation. She gave birth in the middle of the night, i had not checked her before i went to bed because i had been distracted by an argument i had with hubby. He then woke me at 6am when he got up for work to say she had already had a puppy and it was dead. I was devastated. I had carefully bought all the books and equipment i needed and had helped my mum with her whelping bitches throughout my childhood but to let d day slip because i got distracted was unforgivable. She had given birth to the biggest puppy of the litter first with no help. I tried to resuscitate but rogpr mortis had already set in suggesting he had been dead a while. I remember looking at his perfectly formed body and the entire process of gestation and thinking he had fallen at the final hurdle because of me and my negligence. I was there for the other 5 puppies, not that it made much difference because the two boys started ok and then slipped away. The girl puppy that we ended up keeping i had to resuscitate but thankfully she pulled through – and thats dogs. I cant imagine the responsibility that rests on midwife’s shoulders.
I wanted to have another litter to put the bad experience behind me but figured that was selfish so will just put it down to a bad mistake. The worst things that happen in life are down to mistakes caused by a momentary lapse in concentration. The lucky ones are those who dont have too many of those experiences between birth and old age.
So back to the teacher’s question, it is a good one. It pears you can tell quite a lot from a person through truth and lies, but how you interpret it is a different matter entirely, she probably thinks my daughter was born into a wealthy family with all the pets and a boat.
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