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Baby Bed Attaches To Parents Bed


baby bed attaches to parents bed
    baby bed
  • a small bed for babies; enclosed by sides to prevent the baby from falling
    attaches
  • Fasten; join
  • (attach) cause to be attached
  • (attach) impound: take temporary possession of as a security, by legal authority; "The FBI seized the drugs"; "The customs agents impounded the illegal shipment"; "The police confiscated the stolen artwork"
  • Fasten (a related document) to another
  • Include (a condition) as part of an agreement
  • (attach) bind: create social or emotional ties; "The grandparents want to bond with the child"
    parents
  • (parent) a father or mother; one who begets or one who gives birth to or nurtures and raises a child; a relative who plays the role of guardian
  • Be or act as a mother or father to (someone)
  • (parent) rear: bring up; "raise a family"; "bring up children"
  • (parent) an organism (plant or animal) from which younger ones are obtained

Benny.
Benny.
I've had a few tough days this week. Ben - who is my little baby darling - started to struggle to breathe late Saturday/early Sunday. He continued to struggle through the day, and wouldn't come out from under the bed unless we picked him up. Sunday evening, I showed my Dad, and he told me to get my Mum so she could tell the vet on Monday morning. When my Mum saw him she called the vet, who said it was probably cat flu, but he was struggling to breathe so badly and looked so miserable that my Mum said we should take him to the vet immediately. When we got him to the vet she looked at him and said straight away that it wasn't cat flu. His gums were tinged blue, indicating that the oxygen wasn't getting through. He'd made odd sounds all day, and it turned out it was fluid on the lungs and that he'd suffered heart failure. I was sobbing as soon as she said that. My Benny is my little baby, and the idea of him dying was horrific. We've had him since he was a kitten, and he's been with me since I was five. He's so wonderful and I took it badly. The vet said it was serious, and that she'd call the nurse in for x-rays and give him a drug after that which had a chance of combatting the fluid. She said that some cats responded and some didn't, and that she'd know within half an hour of giving the drugs whether he was responding. I was hysterical when we left, and having to leave Benny there was so painful, but he needed to be there. I was so sure on the car ride over that he'd be okay and to go home without him was awful. I called home in the car and just remember wailing that Ben had heart failure and fluid on the lungs. My brother told me later that when he'd picked up the phone to hear what I was telling my Dad he thought that Ben might have died. Just thinking about that night makes me well up. I'm so attached to Ben. There's no point trying to explain it to people who don't have pets, or have pets but don't really care about animals. Benny is my little cherub. We sat in the kitchen, waiting for the vet to call, while I tried to get my crying under control. My Dad kept a poker face when she called, and at first it sounded bad, and my brother started crying and my Mum thought things were going badly and I was sobbing again, until my Dad repeated the vet, and said that they might have caught it early enough and that Benny was responding to the drug. I continued crying because he was still ill, but also because there was a little bit of hope and I didn't want to lose it. I went to bed crying, and my Daddy (yes, I will still say that at 20) woke me up in the morning to tell me that the vet had said he'd had a good night, and that we could go and see him. I don't remember my eyes being so swollen. My eyelids in particular looked like they'd been stuck on as a swollen after thought. My Mum took me and my brother to see Benny, and he looked all inquisitive and a little more perky. He was far better than the previous evening, and wasn't struggling to breathe. The regular vet (Sunday evening vet was the locum vet) talked to my Mum, and said that Ben was recovering well, and that she didn't think it would be too long before he could come home. My Mum nipped in to Oswestry then, and my brother and I stayed with Ben. One of the nurses, Heather, gave us a duvet on the floor and we lay down by Ben's cage. We took the doors off and were partly in the cage (it was the largest one and on ground level, so this wasn't difficult), and just stayed with him 'til my Mum got back. He started to dose after being perky for so long, and I asked the nurse if that was okay, and she said it was actually a good sign, because if he was still struggling then he wouldn't be able to sleep. I was so relieved. She gave us cake and offered us tea, and Hugh and I just chatted and stroked Benny. His mommy, Abby, is made of strong stuff (she was vomiting blood a few months ago and yet was totally fine afterwards), so I was hoping he'd be strong too. He's never ill, apart from the arthritis in one leg, and this was scary. I actually went home and cried some more. Leaving him was awful, as, while the vets were being positive, it still felt like shaky ground. I spent a lot of the afternoon crying, followed by a big argument with my Dad (totally not wholly my fault), and then I sobbed a bit more. It's such a shock to think of Ben being old, or being ill. He can't be. I don't want him to leave me. My Mum woke me up yesterday morning by bringing Benny into my room in his carrier. I was so pleased to see him and he was all perky and wonderful. She opened the carrier onto my bed and he ran out! I gave him a big hug and never wanted to let him go. He then tried to go under my bed, but I knew I wouldn't see him for hours if he did, so I took him through to my parents room and woke my brother up. My brother came through to my parents room and we put Benny on the bed and I went to fetch a movie (Rear Window). I got delayed, and by the time I got back Hugh wa
BabyBay
BabyBay
BabyBay. Looks like a half of kid's bed attached to parents bed. No front wall. Construction allows to lift it to any height you need. A present for baby shower from my lovely English friends.

baby bed attaches to parents bed
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