Venecia, who is older, refuses goat milk or soy formula and feeds herself fruit and lettuce. She sleeps through the night in a cage in the bedroom.
Marisol drinks soy formula and refuses solid food. She cries in a cage, so we wear her day and night...I sleep in a fleece vest so she can snuggle inside it. At 2:00 A.M. she wakes me with her purring (it sounds like a tiny machine gun) and first sucks - then nibbles - on my neck until I get up and feed her.
Babies are required to be off-the-chart cute when they're so high maintenance...
Paul and I both changed our attire following Marisol's recent arrival.
Besides going to bed in a fleece vest now, I wear hospital scrubs (purchased for my vet tech externship) during the day... neither attire being particularly sexy. But at 442 grams (exactly 1 pound), Marisol produces a surprising amount of pee and - as darling as she herself is - her poo does stink.
Paul has started wearing one of my old purses so he still has his hands free when holding Marisol.