This would be SO much easier if I were a marsupial. I could just carry them around in my handy pouch, where they would be the perfect temperature and could feed any time without my having to get out of bed. Occasionally I would lick their little bottoms to make them poop.
I think we may lose one. He is very weak. Last night at eleven o'clock there were three who ate hungrily and pooped prodigiously, and two who had to be persuaded. One of the two is now getting the hang of eating from a dropper full of milk, but the other is very weak and hardly moves at all. I rubbed his tummy and told him he was my ugliest baby, but hardly got a reaction. What is a marsupial mama to do? So it goes, so it goes.
The three perky babies clamber all over each other in a bid for the Warmest Spot. They have a hot water bottle AND a hot water ketchup bottle (both padded with rags AND a small tablecloth, because who needs a tablecloth? Not me! Y'all can go right ahead and poop on my tablecloth, see if I care!), and my yogurt maker which doesn't seem to be working. I thought the yogurt maker would be perfect for keeping them warm during the night, but it is cold this morning.
So now, I will wake my other babies, and get them ready for sailing camp, give them toast and cream cheese, pack them a cooler, load up the slow cooker, feed the manicous again, head to work with my manicous in tow... I am certain I will find a good home for them today.