Wednesday, October 16, 2013

New Adventures: Submitting to the Lord's will

So remember my last post how I said I had three guinea pig pups?
Not anymore, one of them just passed away.
The precious, sweet little boy.   I knew he was the runt of the litter less than 24 hours after he was born.  He was the smallest out of the three that survived the birth. (I've now lost two of the pups).  He seemed strong though, and like he would be making it in the end with his brother and sister.
It was a couple of days later that I started to worry about him, both of his siblings were up running around and squeaking.  He wasn't, he seemed lethargic and not strong enough to be moving around.  He was moving though and my friends said he was probably fine, just tired.

Last night though, I came into my bedroom to find him lying outside the "pigloo" as they call it.  At first I thought he had been running around with his siblings but then i realized that he couldn't stand up, and he seemed to be gasping for breath.
To make the story short, I went to people who had raised guinea pigs from birth and sought their advice.  Daisy, rejected him in front of me, my roommate and a friend so we were left standing at a crossroads.  To either syringe feed him and get his strength back up, or let him go.  At first I was all gung ho for syringe feeding, but as I got to thinking about it, I didn't have the time, money or energy to take care of a newborn pup.  I'm getting sick for the second time this semester as it is, and I can't afford to wake up every two hours to feed him, then haul him to school with me to make sure he gets fed.  Then, as I kept watching his symptoms, I (and the guinea pig experts) thought he may possibly have an Upper Respiratory Infection which is a common ailment among guinea pigs and is a large cause of death. 
I stood at the crossroads and debated back and forth with what to do.  My gut feeling kept telling me that I needed to let him pass away, but my stubbornness got the better of me so we tried feeding him some liquids (which I did twice) He could hardly open his mouth he was already so weak.  By then it was late and I needed to go to bed, so I wrapped him in a towel to keep him warm and I placed him in the cage with his mom and siblings.  Then I got on my knee's and asked Heavenly Father what I should do, because I trust him and I knew He'd help me.
That's when my gut feeling was confirmed, I needed to let him go.  I cried myself to sleep last night because of what a hard decision I was making.  I was letting a little creature die, even though I could come through and be the hero and save his life.

The next day, I went to class, had dinner with a friend, then came home to do homework. He was still alive by the time I got back, I was surprised, but I put him in the pocket of my hoodie because I knew he would probably not last long and I didn't want him to die alone. 

Over the next several hours I had several people tell me that I should just try to hand feed him and let him live.  Once again I went back to the inner wrestling, but the first decision kept winning.  That, and I could tell he was too far gone for any help. 
About an hour later he passed away finally.  Watching him struggle and suffer at the end was the hardest part for me.  I wanted Heavenly Father to just take him and ease his suffering, I wished there was something I could do to ease his suffering.  But I found myself holding him close and watching him try to fight for life.
When he finally did pass away, the tears came freely.  It was heart breaking, losing a second pup.  Yet at the same time I felt peace, knowing that he was not suffering anymore.  Nor would he ever have to suffer again.


Submitting to the Lord's will is easy when the going is easy.  But when the going get's tough, it's the wrestling between the inner natural man versus what the Lord's will is that makes it difficult.  We are told by the world around us that we need to be independent, save the say, and do it ourselves in order to be successful.  I feel that's how Hollywood and other media forms have failed us.  They've taught us that we cannot experience loss, they've taught us that we cannot but our trust and faith in God and make our will one with His.  We must always remember, that sometimes, the Lord's will is not our own.  Sure, we can always go our own way and do it ourselves.  We may even be successful physically.  But spiritually, we wont be.  The Lord see's the bigger picture, and because of that we must always listen and ask what His will is, not ours.  And it'll be that by matching our will to his that we will become stronger spiritually, and we will be blessed from on high.  Because of that, I will trust my Heavenly Father and my brother Jesus Christ.  By relying on both of them, we will be able to make it through this life and come out on top in the end.  Not unscathed mind you, but we will come out on top.
                                                                    Never forget that.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

New Adventures: Baby Guinea pigs

So, many of you don't know that I own Guinea Pigs.  Which, in and of itself has been an adventure.

It all started when Trent hit his 6 month mark.  I decided that since I had made it 6 months I should reward myself in some way.  So, I decided, randomly, to buy a guinea pig.  My friend Kenzie and I skipped class and went to the local PetsMart and I got set up for my little guinea pig.  I named him Gatsby, in honor of the fact that the name not only fits him, but also because it's Trent's favorite novel.
So, I had my little pet.  He was so super shy (still is, in fact he hates it when I try to pick him up).  Anyway, he proved to be a nice way to relieve my depression.  So, I tell people that's why I have him, which is partially true, it's been nice to have an animal to take care of.  Plus, I feel it's making me more responsible. 

Anyway, I had to move to a new apartment complex because the place I lived was going to become extended MTC housing.
 (For those of you who don't know what that is, when young men and women leave on missions for the LDS Church they spend a period of time in the Missionary Training Center.  Depending on if they're speaking a language or not determines how long they stay there.  And since the Church lowered the age for young men and women to serve missions there was a huge influx of missionaries, so they needed a place to house them.)
I got permission though from my new complex to keep Gatsby and so we moved to our new place.

Over the summer I read that Guinea Pigs do better in pairs and several breeders I met confirmed that.  So, I decided to try and get Gatsby a friend so then he wouldn't get too lonely while I was gone in the Fall.  Being a senior + working = not as much time as he needs. So, I started looking on KSL for a guinea pig for sale that I could get for cheap.  And one day luck arrived, the ad said "Free Male Guinea Pig".  What the heck right?  So I contacted him and we met up and I got my second pig:
I kept them separate for a couple of days, then put them together in the same cage.  After a little bit of dominance issues, they got along fairly well.
Then about a month later I felt like I should check to be sure my new little pig was really a boy.  And.... yeah, she wasn't a boy.  By then, they'd been together awhile so I figured she was pregnant.  And deciding to stick with "The Great Gatsby" and literary classic names theme I named her Daisy.

Anyway, I kept watching her for a good month or so, and by the end of September, she was noticeably pregnant.  I spent time at night to hold and pet her, and to check her progress so I could try to estimate how close she was to giving birth.  Several times I was able to feel the babies moving in her belly, and that was a sweet experience and I was reminded what a miracle life is.   Over time, they stopped moving as much so I figured she was close and they must be packed really tightly in there. 
This past friday I was hanging out with my baby sister in my apartment and she wanted to hold Daisy.  Daisy was grumpier than usual so the petting and attention didn't last too long.  A few minutes after we put her back, she started making a weird high pitched squeak and was behaving weird.  After several minutes of that I figured she was about to have her pups, so I got super excited.  Mainly because I had thought I would come home from school one night and they'd just be there, so being able to be there during the birth was really neat for me.
  I'll spare you all the details, but after about 30-40 minutes Daisy gave birth to four little pups.  Unfortunately, one was born dead.  I'm not sure why, I really think she was breached and so wasn't able to get air in time.  That may be the reason, and it may not, but I was still really sad because I didn't think that was going to happen.  Especially since two had been born just fine.   But I soon found comfort in the three little ones that lived, and i have spent the last several days just loving them.  Here's some pictures:
Three little pups
I think this one is a boy, he looks just like his mama
This little guy is the smallest of the litter, but the sweetest and calmest
I think this one is the only girl of the bunch, she's a cutie too and she's going to look like her dad!
The last 72+ hours have been awesome.  They are so sweet and cute, and I'm floored at how tiny they are (yet how big they are in comparison to their mama).  I get to keep them for 6 weeks and I want to make every moment count because these little guys are an adventure in and of themselves. 
Who would have known 7 months ago that I would have had this adventure in my life.  But I'm loving it and I'm grateful for it.  Just like the title of this blog "New Adventures" life is AWESOME! And it's so worth living, especially when you experience something as small as the birth of some baby guinea pigs.