No 7-year itch for us! Today marks 7 years since I married my best friend. Jim was my dream come true, and I loved him so long before we said those words to each other. Jim is still my dream come true, still my best friend, and still the love of my life.
There have been moments in the last 7 years when neither of us were sure that things were going to work out. There were moments when each of us thought about leaving. There were days when we were just pulled apart by life.
But we hit our highest highs together: we traveled to the end of the earth, we made a life together, we made a beautiful child, we achieved some of our dreams and we learned to not just co-exist when we have differences of opinions on life, but how to live together happily when we are such different people.
We also hit our lowest lows together: we made it through the worst thing that parents can go through and came out on the other side, ready to make our lives not only go on, but to be happy together; we survived the hardest parts of marriage, we survived separations due to the military, we survived living 8,000 miles away from our normal world together and not only made it work, but were successful.
Seven years has been good to us. I love Jim more than life itself. Before we got married we both picked out Bible verses that we felt represented our relationship. His was Genesis 2:24 - "...A man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh." He felt that becoming my husband meant sacrificing all for me, and he was willing to love me above all else for his whole life. Mine was John 15:13 - "Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends." I knew from the moment we fell into step as friends that he would be a part of me for the rest of my life. Soon after that I knew I loved him more than life. Jim was my best friend and we fell in love and we're still best friends. I'm so happy with him.
Seven years. Wow, that's a LONG time! :)
From young love - ages 19 and 21 (I'm older).
To present-day. Not quite old love, but growing every day.
I LOVE YOU, JIM!
martes, 27 de julio de 2010
Baby Ike or Eddy
Hi, everyone,
Here's a quick update for you after my doctor's appointment today. No ultrasound today. Baby's heartbeat was 148 bpm and everything sounded fine. Doctor wanted my ultrasound to be in 3 weeks and I convinced him to move it up a week, so August 9 will be my "20 week" ultrasound (at 17 weeks, 6 days). Hopefully the little one will cooperate and we'll be able to tell the world if it's little Ike or little Eddy!
Tara
Here's a quick update for you after my doctor's appointment today. No ultrasound today. Baby's heartbeat was 148 bpm and everything sounded fine. Doctor wanted my ultrasound to be in 3 weeks and I convinced him to move it up a week, so August 9 will be my "20 week" ultrasound (at 17 weeks, 6 days). Hopefully the little one will cooperate and we'll be able to tell the world if it's little Ike or little Eddy!
Tara
domingo, 25 de julio de 2010
Kendal Leann
Picture of me with my sisters, taken last summer. Kendal is on the left, Tana in the middle. :)
I love all of my siblings. I have quite a few, including half, step and in-laws, but I'll just mention the ones I grew up with for now. They're all great. They're unique in their own ways. My older sister, Tana, is the nicest, most sincere person you'll ever meet; she's an inspiration on how to be a great mom and how to make a great marriage, and I wouldn't be who I am without the example she set for me growing up. My little brother, Austin, is quite a character, but his sense of humor, zest for life, want to be healthy, desire for love and equality for all people, animals and creatures is hard to resist. My little brother, Mason, is a hard worker, but he plays hard, too; at the ripe old age of 21 he's a regional manager for a chain of health stores in the Oklahoma City area, he's adamant about working out, eating healthy, and taking care of himself, and he truly enjoys spending time with both his friends and his family - something rare for a kid his age.
But this post is about my baby sister, Kendal. Kendal amazes me in so many ways. She's never had short goals. When she was little she wanted to be Tinkerbell and actually tried to fly off the landing of our staircase into the living room (she didn't fly, but other than a nasty headache she was fine). A little bit later in life she wanted desperately to be one of Santa's elves, but she wasn't sure she could live that far away from my mom (at the North Pole). She wanted to be a professional soccer player. She wanted to be a missionary. She wanted to travel. She wanted to be an artist (and we have some BEAUTIFUL paintings in our house that she made for us). She wanted to be a museum curator. She wanted to be an art history professor. At the age of 20, she's finally settled on anthropology - a broad field with a million possibilities.
After two semesters at a super-conservative religious university in a nearby town here in Oklahoma, she moved to an ultra-liberal town in the mountains of Colorado to study anthropology at a small private college there, hoping for more possibilities and the ability to broaden her horizons. This summer she signed on for a backwoods job on the Colorado trails, which involves sleeping on the ground, "bathing" in rivers and lakes, and stopping at convenience stores and grocery stores every couple of weeks to use a real bathroom, plug in her cell phone and call her family. She's dedicated to the earth, in a sort of modern hippie way, and she believes in ultimate equality for people and animals and all creatures. She's a fierce friend and she loves her family, no matter how crazy we may all be. She's a true free spirit, who truly just wants everyone to get along.
She's just a wonderful person. I'm so proud of her, and so happy to be her sister. She was always my little buddy when we were growing up, even though I am eight years older than her. She was actually born just 3 days before my 8th birthday (I didn't appreciate her as a gift at the time, but I fast grew to love sharing that week with her each year). We shared a room until our older sister (the aforementioned Tana) moved out to go to college. We didn't always get along, but we got along pretty well, as far as siblings go. I moved away after high school, and then got married a few years later. Jim and I moved to Biloxi, then Altus, then Japan, and I didn't get to see Kendal as much as I would have wanted. Right before we moved back to Oklahoma this year, Kendal moved to Colorado. I've seen her a couple of times, on Spring Break and during her month home earlier this summer. I am so excited for her opportunity to stay on the Colorado trails for a few more weeks, but a little depressed that she won't be home this week as she had planned. I miss her laugh and her zest for life. I can't wait to see her in a few weeks, even if it's only for a few days.
She's such an inspiration to me, with her love for life and learning and people in general. I just wanted to devote a post to my lovely baby sister, Kendal Leann. Thanks for being so great, Sister! I love you!
I love all of my siblings. I have quite a few, including half, step and in-laws, but I'll just mention the ones I grew up with for now. They're all great. They're unique in their own ways. My older sister, Tana, is the nicest, most sincere person you'll ever meet; she's an inspiration on how to be a great mom and how to make a great marriage, and I wouldn't be who I am without the example she set for me growing up. My little brother, Austin, is quite a character, but his sense of humor, zest for life, want to be healthy, desire for love and equality for all people, animals and creatures is hard to resist. My little brother, Mason, is a hard worker, but he plays hard, too; at the ripe old age of 21 he's a regional manager for a chain of health stores in the Oklahoma City area, he's adamant about working out, eating healthy, and taking care of himself, and he truly enjoys spending time with both his friends and his family - something rare for a kid his age.
But this post is about my baby sister, Kendal. Kendal amazes me in so many ways. She's never had short goals. When she was little she wanted to be Tinkerbell and actually tried to fly off the landing of our staircase into the living room (she didn't fly, but other than a nasty headache she was fine). A little bit later in life she wanted desperately to be one of Santa's elves, but she wasn't sure she could live that far away from my mom (at the North Pole). She wanted to be a professional soccer player. She wanted to be a missionary. She wanted to travel. She wanted to be an artist (and we have some BEAUTIFUL paintings in our house that she made for us). She wanted to be a museum curator. She wanted to be an art history professor. At the age of 20, she's finally settled on anthropology - a broad field with a million possibilities.
After two semesters at a super-conservative religious university in a nearby town here in Oklahoma, she moved to an ultra-liberal town in the mountains of Colorado to study anthropology at a small private college there, hoping for more possibilities and the ability to broaden her horizons. This summer she signed on for a backwoods job on the Colorado trails, which involves sleeping on the ground, "bathing" in rivers and lakes, and stopping at convenience stores and grocery stores every couple of weeks to use a real bathroom, plug in her cell phone and call her family. She's dedicated to the earth, in a sort of modern hippie way, and she believes in ultimate equality for people and animals and all creatures. She's a fierce friend and she loves her family, no matter how crazy we may all be. She's a true free spirit, who truly just wants everyone to get along.
She's just a wonderful person. I'm so proud of her, and so happy to be her sister. She was always my little buddy when we were growing up, even though I am eight years older than her. She was actually born just 3 days before my 8th birthday (I didn't appreciate her as a gift at the time, but I fast grew to love sharing that week with her each year). We shared a room until our older sister (the aforementioned Tana) moved out to go to college. We didn't always get along, but we got along pretty well, as far as siblings go. I moved away after high school, and then got married a few years later. Jim and I moved to Biloxi, then Altus, then Japan, and I didn't get to see Kendal as much as I would have wanted. Right before we moved back to Oklahoma this year, Kendal moved to Colorado. I've seen her a couple of times, on Spring Break and during her month home earlier this summer. I am so excited for her opportunity to stay on the Colorado trails for a few more weeks, but a little depressed that she won't be home this week as she had planned. I miss her laugh and her zest for life. I can't wait to see her in a few weeks, even if it's only for a few days.
She's such an inspiration to me, with her love for life and learning and people in general. I just wanted to devote a post to my lovely baby sister, Kendal Leann. Thanks for being so great, Sister! I love you!
martes, 20 de julio de 2010
Oh-Blah-Dee, Oh-Blah-Dah
Well, around here life just keeps moving. I keep forgetting to update my blog posts. Sorry 'bout that. I'm trying, folks, I really am!
I'll be 15 weeks pregnant tomorrow, which means the kid will be the size of an apple. That seems really big! The baby's heartbeat is easier to find every day when I listen for it. It's definitely more reassuring when it is easy to find instead of when it's difficult! I have an appointment next Monday, but it's just a check up. I'll make the BIG appointment at that one, and then we'll have a date for when we find out if this kid is Ike or Eddy. This kid, apparently, does not like eating so much. Luckily this time around I've craved healthier foods, rather than just junk food like with Angel. But no matter what I eat, it doesn't sit well, and the last two evenings I've lost my dinner, which is not fun. My nausea medicine is great, but if I take it in the morning (I've also been throwing up every morning), it wears off by the time my dinner comes back up each evening, and I don't want to have to take it around the clock. Blech. This kid needs to start eating because I'm sick of throwing up yummy food!
This weekend we were supposed to host some lovely friends for dinner, but on Friday my tooth started aching pretty badly. On Saturday I woke up to even more pain and decided to go to the dentist, even though our dental insurance won't kick in for a couple of more weeks. The pain was that bad. But when I got to the dentist and they found out that I'm pregnant they wouldn't see me without a release from my OB. Seriously!? If you know I'm pregnant, just don't do x-rays! Look at it manually! Pretend it's the dark ages and I need dental care! Jerks... So we cancelled dinner with our friends so I wouldn't be terrible company, and I laid around miserably for the whole evening.
Sunday the tooth pain had sort of dulled, but it still aches sort of sporadically. I'm hoping to tough it out now until August so I'll have dental insurance! Sucks that we didn't buy dental insurance to cover this time period when we bought health insurance, huh? Oh well. Sunday afternoon we headed to the airport to pick up my father-in-law and brother-in-law. My brother-in-law works for an airline that gives great benefits to employees and their immediate family. Since he's not married, his parents fly for free on available flights. So they headed to town just for the day, had lunch and dinner with us, then spent the night and headed back to their homes (FIL to Los Angeles, BIL to Denver) this afternoon.
This week we're just wanting to lay low and relax. Hopefully we've run out of ailments for our household, at least for the time being. I've been having a sort of trying time at work lately, and I'm just praying each day I can make it through that day to the next. Jim's working hard from home, working all day and into the evening each day and all weekend. His summer class will end in the next couple of weeks, and then he'll be anxiously awaiting his fall semester to start. He's taking a huge load of classes this fall, and he's super excited to be as geeky as possible while earning a degree in physics. :)
Not much else is happening around here. It's been approximately 10,000,000 degrees out each day, so we have been staying inside a lot. But we also don't want to waste too much energy (read: we don't want to pay $4000 a month for electricity), so we don't turn down the air until the evenings. Poor Jim is such a trooper that most of each day he sits in an 80 degree (sometimes 80+ degrees) house at his computer just to save energy during the peak time of our flex plan. Saving us money. Good man.
Hope you all have a healthy week! One week from today Jim and I will celebrate 7 years of wonderful marriage (well, 7 years of marriage; we love each other, but we're not naive enough to pretend that all 7 years have been wonderful)! Hooray!
I'll be 15 weeks pregnant tomorrow, which means the kid will be the size of an apple. That seems really big! The baby's heartbeat is easier to find every day when I listen for it. It's definitely more reassuring when it is easy to find instead of when it's difficult! I have an appointment next Monday, but it's just a check up. I'll make the BIG appointment at that one, and then we'll have a date for when we find out if this kid is Ike or Eddy. This kid, apparently, does not like eating so much. Luckily this time around I've craved healthier foods, rather than just junk food like with Angel. But no matter what I eat, it doesn't sit well, and the last two evenings I've lost my dinner, which is not fun. My nausea medicine is great, but if I take it in the morning (I've also been throwing up every morning), it wears off by the time my dinner comes back up each evening, and I don't want to have to take it around the clock. Blech. This kid needs to start eating because I'm sick of throwing up yummy food!
This weekend we were supposed to host some lovely friends for dinner, but on Friday my tooth started aching pretty badly. On Saturday I woke up to even more pain and decided to go to the dentist, even though our dental insurance won't kick in for a couple of more weeks. The pain was that bad. But when I got to the dentist and they found out that I'm pregnant they wouldn't see me without a release from my OB. Seriously!? If you know I'm pregnant, just don't do x-rays! Look at it manually! Pretend it's the dark ages and I need dental care! Jerks... So we cancelled dinner with our friends so I wouldn't be terrible company, and I laid around miserably for the whole evening.
Sunday the tooth pain had sort of dulled, but it still aches sort of sporadically. I'm hoping to tough it out now until August so I'll have dental insurance! Sucks that we didn't buy dental insurance to cover this time period when we bought health insurance, huh? Oh well. Sunday afternoon we headed to the airport to pick up my father-in-law and brother-in-law. My brother-in-law works for an airline that gives great benefits to employees and their immediate family. Since he's not married, his parents fly for free on available flights. So they headed to town just for the day, had lunch and dinner with us, then spent the night and headed back to their homes (FIL to Los Angeles, BIL to Denver) this afternoon.
This week we're just wanting to lay low and relax. Hopefully we've run out of ailments for our household, at least for the time being. I've been having a sort of trying time at work lately, and I'm just praying each day I can make it through that day to the next. Jim's working hard from home, working all day and into the evening each day and all weekend. His summer class will end in the next couple of weeks, and then he'll be anxiously awaiting his fall semester to start. He's taking a huge load of classes this fall, and he's super excited to be as geeky as possible while earning a degree in physics. :)
Not much else is happening around here. It's been approximately 10,000,000 degrees out each day, so we have been staying inside a lot. But we also don't want to waste too much energy (read: we don't want to pay $4000 a month for electricity), so we don't turn down the air until the evenings. Poor Jim is such a trooper that most of each day he sits in an 80 degree (sometimes 80+ degrees) house at his computer just to save energy during the peak time of our flex plan. Saving us money. Good man.
Hope you all have a healthy week! One week from today Jim and I will celebrate 7 years of wonderful marriage (well, 7 years of marriage; we love each other, but we're not naive enough to pretend that all 7 years have been wonderful)! Hooray!
martes, 13 de julio de 2010
Oh yeah...
Oh, yeah, I have a blog. I almost forgot! Well, I am not updating it as regularly this pregnancy. I'm not certain why, just not. Things are going well so far. Today I'm 13 weeks, 6 days. I called the doc last Friday and asked for some nausea medication. I'm on the same prescription I was on last time, which is just a wonderful medication. I can manage with my Sea-Bands most days, but sometimes you just need some Zofran to keep from vomiting. And sometimes not even that helps.
I keep waffling back and forth on whether this kid is a boy or girl. An inside joke, that will give you absolutely no clue as to what we're naming our kid: we've been calling the baby Ike or Eddy; Ike is the boy nickname and Eddy is the girl nickname. Funny. I hope those nicknames don't stick, though, once we find out the baby's sex and share the name (I'm still on the fence about sharing before birth... don't rush or bug me!). They are just funny names that I came up with in a fit of giggles (actually, I came up with a sillier name in a fit of unstoppable giggles for the boy nickname, but it's too crazy to say except to Jim).
We had kind of a low-key weekend, which I love. We went to a DELICIOUS local Italian restaurant on Friday for date night, then watched a movie. Then Saturday we ran some errands, did some housework, and watched tv. Then Sunday I woke up with a crusty, disgusting eye that was watery and leaking a gunk. I know, gross. I was afraid I had pinkeye, but I wanted to flush it out all day and try to clear it up by myself so that I could go to work today. I am still in my probationary period at work and don't have any usable sick time until about 2 weeks from now, so I didn't want to have to miss work (again; I went home sick last Tuesday because I was having a really really rough day). But last night I could barely sleep and tossed and turned all night. Then I woke up at about 2am for a potty break (first trimester fun!) and BOTH of my eyes were crusted shut. Crap. So this morning I got up, went to the Urgent Care center and hoped for the best. No best. I have pinkeye in BOTH eyes. So I was quarantined for 2 days, can't go back to work until Wednesday, and have to put an oily, greasy ointment in my eyes 5 times a day. I look like I'm perpetually crying, and my vision is blurred and my eyes feel all greasy and icky. Yay! Oh, AND I am not getting paid to sit at home feeling useless. Jim assures me I'm not useless, but I have my doubts. AND, my sinus problems that had started to improve came back full force, so I'm coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose several times an hour, trying to breathe and having trouble swallowing (from the throat pain). Of course, all of this is in addition to my pregnancy symptoms which have come into play so much recently that I'm taking the nausea medication on allowed dosage, instead of as needed because that's how much it's needed. I'm tellin' ya, this is ridiculous. And yes, I'm whining, but it's my blog! It's my prerogative!
Okay, so on to more fun things. Tomorrow I'll be 14 weeks pregnant, which is officially my second trimester! I bought a fetal Doppler this time around because, you know, I knew I'd be high-strung and worried all the time, and I thought it would be better for my state of mental health if I could find the baby's heartbeat when I was worried. It's been great to get to hear little Ike or Eddy moving around in there, and to be able to hear his/her heart beating so quickly. The heartbeat is always somewhere between 135-160, which is a strong range (although the myth is that if it's a boy his heartbeat will regularly be lower than 150 bpm, and if it's a girl her heartbeat will regularly be higher than 150 bpm, and with a range of 135-160, I have no clue!). My next appointment is the 26th (which also happens to be our SEVENTH wedding anniversary), so the doc will check to make sure everything's going well. And at that appointment I'll schedule the BIG REVEAL appointment where we find out if it's Ike or Eddy in there; that appointment will be mid-late August, around 18-20 weeks.
Well, not much going on except for all of that. :)
Hope you're all having a better week than mine! My father-in-law and brother-in-law are coming for a short visit next Sunday, and I'm excited to see them. I'll share more about that after the visit. And I'll try to remember that I have a blog... :)
I keep waffling back and forth on whether this kid is a boy or girl. An inside joke, that will give you absolutely no clue as to what we're naming our kid: we've been calling the baby Ike or Eddy; Ike is the boy nickname and Eddy is the girl nickname. Funny. I hope those nicknames don't stick, though, once we find out the baby's sex and share the name (I'm still on the fence about sharing before birth... don't rush or bug me!). They are just funny names that I came up with in a fit of giggles (actually, I came up with a sillier name in a fit of unstoppable giggles for the boy nickname, but it's too crazy to say except to Jim).
We had kind of a low-key weekend, which I love. We went to a DELICIOUS local Italian restaurant on Friday for date night, then watched a movie. Then Saturday we ran some errands, did some housework, and watched tv. Then Sunday I woke up with a crusty, disgusting eye that was watery and leaking a gunk. I know, gross. I was afraid I had pinkeye, but I wanted to flush it out all day and try to clear it up by myself so that I could go to work today. I am still in my probationary period at work and don't have any usable sick time until about 2 weeks from now, so I didn't want to have to miss work (again; I went home sick last Tuesday because I was having a really really rough day). But last night I could barely sleep and tossed and turned all night. Then I woke up at about 2am for a potty break (first trimester fun!) and BOTH of my eyes were crusted shut. Crap. So this morning I got up, went to the Urgent Care center and hoped for the best. No best. I have pinkeye in BOTH eyes. So I was quarantined for 2 days, can't go back to work until Wednesday, and have to put an oily, greasy ointment in my eyes 5 times a day. I look like I'm perpetually crying, and my vision is blurred and my eyes feel all greasy and icky. Yay! Oh, AND I am not getting paid to sit at home feeling useless. Jim assures me I'm not useless, but I have my doubts. AND, my sinus problems that had started to improve came back full force, so I'm coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose several times an hour, trying to breathe and having trouble swallowing (from the throat pain). Of course, all of this is in addition to my pregnancy symptoms which have come into play so much recently that I'm taking the nausea medication on allowed dosage, instead of as needed because that's how much it's needed. I'm tellin' ya, this is ridiculous. And yes, I'm whining, but it's my blog! It's my prerogative!
Okay, so on to more fun things. Tomorrow I'll be 14 weeks pregnant, which is officially my second trimester! I bought a fetal Doppler this time around because, you know, I knew I'd be high-strung and worried all the time, and I thought it would be better for my state of mental health if I could find the baby's heartbeat when I was worried. It's been great to get to hear little Ike or Eddy moving around in there, and to be able to hear his/her heart beating so quickly. The heartbeat is always somewhere between 135-160, which is a strong range (although the myth is that if it's a boy his heartbeat will regularly be lower than 150 bpm, and if it's a girl her heartbeat will regularly be higher than 150 bpm, and with a range of 135-160, I have no clue!). My next appointment is the 26th (which also happens to be our SEVENTH wedding anniversary), so the doc will check to make sure everything's going well. And at that appointment I'll schedule the BIG REVEAL appointment where we find out if it's Ike or Eddy in there; that appointment will be mid-late August, around 18-20 weeks.
Well, not much going on except for all of that. :)
Hope you're all having a better week than mine! My father-in-law and brother-in-law are coming for a short visit next Sunday, and I'm excited to see them. I'll share more about that after the visit. And I'll try to remember that I have a blog... :)
sábado, 3 de julio de 2010
Doggy Drama
Oh, the drama never ends at our house.
Last night Rubeus and Raisele were playing in the backyard and Ru's jaw got stuck on Raisele's collar. Jim ran outside to the sad whimpering and yelping of Ra, and yelled to me to bring him a knife or some scissors. Of course, I couldn't find a pair of scissors, so I grabbed a knife and ran to try to help.
Ru was freaking out and in his fury to get unattached he was running around and twisting Ra's collar up, tightening it around her neck, and Jim couldn't get to the clasp, and I was freaking out and the knife I brought was too risky to use to cut off her collar, and then Raisele went limp and Jim had to sit on Rubeus to get him to stop and physically un-twist Raisele to get her collar off. (I was absolutely no help because I was so scared.)
Whew. It was rough. I took Ru inside once they were disconnected and called the emergency vet our vet recommended when we called about Sakana's fall a couple of weeks ago (she's healed, by the way, good as new). I went back outside to where Jim still was with Raisele, and she was awake and breathing, but really shaken. So we drove to the vet (in south OKC - not so convenient since there's an emergency vet about 5 minutes down the street) and Raisele was okay, but the vet gave us some meds for her because her trachea is probably scratched, she's coughing a lot, and the blood seemed to be mostly from Rubeus's mouth, and from a small burn on Raisele's neck from her collar.
So there was blood on the backseat of the car from Raisele falling at every stoplight (why don't you sit down, little girl? you won't fall if you sit down!) and we thanked God for leather interior, after the fact, of course, because on the drive to the vet that was really the least of our worries. And Raisele was tired and shaken up and slept really well last night. We are keeping them from playing rough for a few days, but they were really glad to see each other when we got home last night and this morning when we let them out of their kennels. Wow, it was so scary. When she passed out I was absolutely terrified that we were going to lose our sweet puppy.
Rubeus is okay. The collar was stuck on his jaw, and he didn't lose any teeth, but there was a lot of blood, which is apparently as common in dogs as it is in humans with mouth wounds. He was fine and gnawing on a treat when we got home from the vet ER. We're watching him to make sure no infections pop up, but I guess doggy mouth wounds heal as quickly (or, probably, more quickly) than human mouth wounds.
But they're fine. Both of them. Thank God!
Last night Rubeus and Raisele were playing in the backyard and Ru's jaw got stuck on Raisele's collar. Jim ran outside to the sad whimpering and yelping of Ra, and yelled to me to bring him a knife or some scissors. Of course, I couldn't find a pair of scissors, so I grabbed a knife and ran to try to help.
Ru was freaking out and in his fury to get unattached he was running around and twisting Ra's collar up, tightening it around her neck, and Jim couldn't get to the clasp, and I was freaking out and the knife I brought was too risky to use to cut off her collar, and then Raisele went limp and Jim had to sit on Rubeus to get him to stop and physically un-twist Raisele to get her collar off. (I was absolutely no help because I was so scared.)
Whew. It was rough. I took Ru inside once they were disconnected and called the emergency vet our vet recommended when we called about Sakana's fall a couple of weeks ago (she's healed, by the way, good as new). I went back outside to where Jim still was with Raisele, and she was awake and breathing, but really shaken. So we drove to the vet (in south OKC - not so convenient since there's an emergency vet about 5 minutes down the street) and Raisele was okay, but the vet gave us some meds for her because her trachea is probably scratched, she's coughing a lot, and the blood seemed to be mostly from Rubeus's mouth, and from a small burn on Raisele's neck from her collar.
So there was blood on the backseat of the car from Raisele falling at every stoplight (why don't you sit down, little girl? you won't fall if you sit down!) and we thanked God for leather interior, after the fact, of course, because on the drive to the vet that was really the least of our worries. And Raisele was tired and shaken up and slept really well last night. We are keeping them from playing rough for a few days, but they were really glad to see each other when we got home last night and this morning when we let them out of their kennels. Wow, it was so scary. When she passed out I was absolutely terrified that we were going to lose our sweet puppy.
Rubeus is okay. The collar was stuck on his jaw, and he didn't lose any teeth, but there was a lot of blood, which is apparently as common in dogs as it is in humans with mouth wounds. He was fine and gnawing on a treat when we got home from the vet ER. We're watching him to make sure no infections pop up, but I guess doggy mouth wounds heal as quickly (or, probably, more quickly) than human mouth wounds.
But they're fine. Both of them. Thank God!
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