Newborn Kitten help

[Traci]

Cindy, if one knows what they're doing, has the committment, one can care for and keep a tiny newborn thriving and raise a healthy kitten. But, for those who don't know what they're doing, bad bad bad mistakes can and are made.

That's why we always strongly advise they get newborns to a vet, because time is valuable, feeding schedules are critical, preventing numerous kitten ailments are crucial to survival. Information, help and advise is always available but when it come right down to it, there's not always time to get on the net and search for information, valuable time for the kitten's survival is often wasted (or bad advice given).

People like Tambrey are an exception though, she knew we were here, she posted right away, she knew what she was doing, and she did all the right things.

[Tambrey]

You must have a special bond with Munkie...you are his Mom..does he favor you?

actually, he favors my HUSBAND?! Any time he goes to rest in the recliner, Munkie is right there to lay on him!!

[Tambrey]

Thanks Traci...
however, I am not always so fortunate either, and I have lost more than I have managed to save

Remember the litter of 4 from about 3 or 4 years ago?...and when I took them to the vet, he had 2 more that had been rescued from a storm sewer?...I lost those 2 first, and 2 more of the other litter...and I almost lost Gremlin...

While Gremlin's brother, Yoda, thrived and did well on feedings, elimination and even deworming when he got older...Gremlin could not tolerate much...she grew weaker...she did not GROW....she was about 1/2 the size of her brother....she had terrible diahhrea to the point that her belly and entire underside were raw and I had to bathe her after every movement, and she cried I would leave her at the vet for the day and she became their little shoulder adornment...but she was too little to do much testing on and too weak to survive if we did any sort of exploratory surgery to determine what might be wrong....
The vet said the best thing to do was keep doing what we could, and leave the rest up to God...so I did....and one evening we came home to find her gasping in the litterbox...her body cold....so I rushed her to the ER...at 11:30 at night, fully expecting to let her go....instead, the vet said, "Yep, she has pneumonia"...gave her a little shot, sent us home with meds and gave us a fresh warm towel to wrap her in...

For two days I dreaded walking into the bathroom...but somehow, on the 3rd day, she came tearing out the door and down the hall...and never stopped!!

She is still about half the size of her brother...some friends of ours have both of them....Gremlin is renamed Audrey (Hepburn) and Yoda was renamed (Lucas...from DOOL)...they are little monsters and my friend says that Audrey LOVES to get under her long skirts and run upside down circles around the hem, while she is trying to fix supper!!!

But it took ALOT of persistence and ALOT of prayer to get those 2 through....Munkie was a piece of cake!!