Sunday, which is normally a day of rest for me, didn’t turn out to be relaxed in any way. We woke up at about 10:00 and Maggie was acting a little unusual. If you don’t know already, Maggie was pregnant. Back in December, she and Grayson spent the night with my Mom while Steve and I went up to Midway for his work Christmas Party. Maggie, being the little angel that she is, escaped from her soft kennel and made her way to Butters (my Mom’s dog). To make a long story short, she got pregnant. Without giving you any gory details, it was quite clear that she was in labor. We knew from the beginning that it was a possibility she would be too small to deliver her puppies, but we tried to let nature take its course anyways. Finally when there was no progress and puppy number one was stuck, Steve and by brother took her to our Vet. Delivery of the first puppy didn’t turn out so great and it (we’re unsure about the sex) sadly didn’t make it. Luckily, after being given induction meds and a slight incision, she was able to deliver the second puppy with the Vet’s assistance. Back at home, I’m scrambling to get myself and Grayson ready because his baby blessing was at 2:20 that afternoon. Luckily my Dad and Jen and the kids were in the area, so they stopped by to help out. We were cutting it close, but we all made it on time for Grayson’s blessing and nobody had to stay behind. Grayson sure showed the whole ward just how healthy his lungs are, but my Dad got through the blessing and did a wonderful job. The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. We just vegged out and watched the Super Bowl. The half time show was pretty lame, but The Saints came marching in!
