About six months ago, my daughter came downstairs and whispered to me that her guinea pig Copper looked a little strange. When I asked for details, she took my hand and led me to her room. Strange, indeed. Poor Copper had a piece of poop the size of a pecan trapped in his booty.
Lucky for me my brother Gene was in town. Gene works in high-tech medical sales, and
he performs spinal surgery on cadavers as part of his training. So, something like this was right up his alley. We googled "constipated guinea pig" and found specific instructions for performing the life-saving enema. I held the guinea pig and he performed the procedure.
Fast forward to this week--once again, my daughter came downstairs with that look
on her face. "It's Copper. He's got the poop thing again." Well, dang. My brother was no longer in town, and I knew I could never perform the procedure alone. Naturally,
I called Katie who said she would come and
hold Copper while I did the deed.
Here is Katie with our table of surgical
instruments: baby nose bulb, tweezers, mineral oil, warm water, toilet paper, q-tips, and lot of
And here I am performing the extraction (for some reason the poop fuses with the skin, so you have to be very, very careful and use a delicate touch).
To read about some other crazy things we have to do as moms check out the armchair anthropologist's latest.