In each of the first two days of this tiny little life, Wiggles the Baby Bunny suffered a devastating fall off the table onto the floor, alone. (At least they are devastating to me.) He had obviously wiggled -or been pushed- out of the nesting box yesterday afternoon, and then wiggled across he table, onto the floor and across the floor until he wedged himself behind this other box. His eyes are still shut by the way, and he was still alive, although kind of listless. I immediately put him on mommy’s belly, holding her, and sometimes holding him. (It’s okay to touch your domestic baby bunnies btw, in case you missed that in a previous post.) Sometime in there I also pull fur from around the rest of the nipples I can find (four altogether). He half-heartedly nurses, more just curling up into a pathetic fetal position, kind of twitching and falling asleep.
After warming and stimulating him as much as I felt he could stand, I relented and made a safe little nest box for him all his own. And I left him there to rest, hopefully not to die. He hangs on for the balance of the afternoon, and at around 9pm we try another feed. It goes pretty well. My mom is there now, and concurs how wonderful it is to see him curling up to nap on mamma’s belly.
DAY III: February 15th 2014
At five this morning we have another go. Little Guy -“Wiggles”- is healthy and vigorous. In fact when I put him on mom’s belly he almost jumped as he squealed three little chirps of excitement before latching on with vigor. A quick energetic feed, another milk coma, and SCENE. He’s looking healthy!
I’m getting nervous about what else might befall him. I’m not trusting Fluff at all, as she’s sometimes pushing his little nest box over. So I rubber band a paper towel over it to keep him in there. Later this morning, she has broken through it, and is protectively sitting on top of him. Nursing maybe? It’s like she can’t make up her mind about motherhood. What a psycho! Or just a regular dumb bunny I guess. (Oh wait, maybe she’s just like the rest of us!) In any case, I’ve secured their shared nesting box a bit better so he can’t wiggle out of a corner. But still, he’s getting more active and I don’t trust the cats to take passive roles indefinitely. I’m definitely rigging a more secure environment for baby and perhaps mommy too today. (It’s Saturday and I actually have time.
I partly hate myself for caring so much. Last night I was exhausted from the emotional roller coaster ride from this tiny little unwitting life, smaller than my finger! The *guilt* of letting something bad happen is deeply taxing though. Ugh!
As I told my mom, if *I* suffered a traumatic fall each of the first two days of my life, I don’t think I would choose to live a third. But Wiggles HAS. What a fighter!
Thanks to those of you who are even reading these Crazy Bunny Lady entries, those who are pulling for little Wiggles’ survival, and to my girl Piper at Payson Road Farm for the encouraging coments the other day. (Thank you; I’m thinking of you every step of the way!) I may be a City Girl now, but I was raised in a proverbial Zoo. You can take the girl out of the Zoo, but not the other way around!