Before we had kids, our dogs, Boudreaux and Fiona, were everything to us. They were our little babies. We spent so much time doing fun things with them and we couldn’t wait to get home from work to see them every day.
When I was pregnant with Hudson, Fiona and Boudreaux never left my side. Fiona had puppies about a year before Hudson was born, so we felt like she was very much aware of what was going on.
As I prepared the nursery, I let Fiona and Boudreaux hang out in there if they wanted to. For the most part, they’d just sniff around and then go about their business. But one day I moved all of the stuffed animals into our study because we were painting. I walked by the study and found Fiona all nestled up in the baby’s stuffed animals.
Our labor and delivery nurse when Hudson was born, suggested we take one of the blankets that he had been wrapped in and let the dogs sniff the blanket to get used to the baby’s smell before we came home from the hospital. Todd brought the blanket home and showed it to the dogs a few hours before Hudson came home from the hospital.
We never had a single problem with either baby. Boudreaux and Fiona mostly ignored Hudson (and also Hayes) but would occasionally lie down beside him on the play mat or just sit near him. But they didn’t do a lot of sniffing or licking. It was just very sweet.
When I was waking up sometimes twice a night with Hudson in those first couple of months, I would sometimes get very lonely. A dark house in the middle of the night can be a little bit creepy. But every night when I’d tiptoe into Hudson’s room with a warm bottle, sweet little Fiona would be right behind me. She was our little companion during those feedings. She’d sit with me, loyally, while I fed, burped, changed, swaddled, and rocked sweet little Hudson.
I took this picture of her sitting in the nursery in the middle of the night. She had claimed Hudson’s little chair as her own and I could always count on her to be there with me every night.
As much as I didn’t want it to, having my babies did change how much time I had to give to my sweet dogs. I love them so much, and I’m glad that the boys are growing up and playing with them more.
To Todd’s credit, he still feels the exact same way about the dogs that he always has, but they’ve taken more of a backseat for me.
But when I stop to look at their little faces and try to forget about how the barking woke a baby, or how Boudreaux’s tail knocked someone over, I remember just how much I love them. I’m glad they’re with us and I’m so happy our boys get to grow up with two sweet dogs who love them.