We've been doing this for a while now, it's been almost a full month, and I finally managed to get the little one into a routine, or something similar to one, she's good friend with Rila, she goes to the classes and doesn't cry much every time I leave, and she's starting to get used to the classes.

"Mommy," I hear Rosa wake me up, shaking me awake, but it was too early to wake up, the pup has ruined her routine last night, keeping me awake most of the night.

"Rosa," I answer, it's my nickname for her, she likes to be called Rosa when feeling young, and Rosabelle when in trouble or feeling like a big girl, unlike Rila who's three in little age, sometimes bigger, Rosa is just below two.

"Hungry," she whines, I tried to open my eyes but I was exhausted the crying she did last night must have gotten her starving.

"What do you wanna eat?" I ask her, soon enough she'll be starting to have bottles, I have been busy pumping milky for her, once she gets used to the taste and is more comfortable with her little side, we'll move to breastfeed, not like she hasn't tasted it before, we've spent the whole recovery time with her depending on me fully.

"Nom nom!" she says giggling while I just pet her head and back.

"Gummies!" she screams into my face, her face inches from mine.

"Rosabelle," I scold pushing her away from my face and making her pout.

"Gummies?" she says again in a lower voice, but it wasn't the voice that was the problem.

"No, gummies aren't a breakfast," I say before deciding to offer something else.

"How about I get you some milk?" I offer, it's still early, hardly five in the morning, I could get her to sleep a bit more.

"Mhm," she agrees jumping up over me again, I picked her up and moved to her room for a quick change, she's fully diaper dependent now, a side effect of having the tail added along with sensation to the extra limb.

"Mommy...me dry, dryyyy..." she whines sounding like Rila, she's rubbing off my baby, but I didn't mind as long as she got a good friend.

"All done," I say going back to my room, putting her down on the bed, not wanting to show her what kind of milk she'll be getting, but she sat right up, both arms going toward me. I thought about trying to put her in a new place, I opened the cage we got in my room, it's similar to putting your little in their crib or playpen, I placed her down in it turning the fairy lights on. The toys inside it had her interested along with the fairy light, I closed the door behind her to keep her in, and I ran downstairs getting a bag of milk defrosted and warmed, I had the option of putting it in a sippy cup or a bottle, but she knows she's a baby, my baby, I should treat her that way, I went with the bottle.

When I came back up to the room, I saw her still in the cage where I left her, laying down looking at the light, I opened the door and picked her back up, her first trial with it shouldn't be for long, it would scare her, and I want to keep her interested in it. I went back to our bed, cradling her in my arms, then placing the bottle against her closed lips, I tried to rub the nipple of the bottle against her mouth but she kept it tightly shut.

"Rosabelle, don't you want to drink some yummy milky?" I coo at her, keeping her down, petting her new sensitive ears, kissing her cheek, I kept on going doing my best to push her more into her little space until she finally agreed on opening her mouth, drinking the whole bottle greedily, she does remember the taste or at least her little side does and she's enjoying it.

She fell back to sleep and I got some more needed rest until my alarm started to ring, we got an appointment with doctor David to check on her ear and tail, they don't hurt anymore, but it's time for a check-up. I got out first, getting dressed and getting her clothes ready, I picked a pair of overalls and a long sleeve onesie underneath along with frilly socks and her shoes. Once I was ready, making sure to put all my make-up away, they always get her attention and I don't want her to play with anything other than the clean brush I hand her.

"Come on, time to wake up," I tell the pup who whines and cries as I got her ready, the milk has her knocked off cold, it's one of the many effects of milky, it's heavier and filled with nutrient that her body needs. I dressed her not bothering to wake her up, and then got her into my car, strapped down to her baby car seat and took off toward the clinic.

Rosabelle was still asleep, even as I picked her seat up and walked in the clinic, I placed her next to me as I waited for our turn.

"Emiliyah, come in," David says, I picked the seat up and walked in.

"How you two been doing? You got her under some sleep medication?" David asks noticing that she was still out of it.

"No, I gave her a bottle, she kept me awake most of the night," I say, not knowing the reason why she wouldn't sleep.

"You should consider giving her bottles on a daily basis that would help regulate her sleeping schedule, isn't she learning about those in school?" he asks me.

"They just finished the pacifier chapter, bottles come next," I answer him.

"She's using one?" he asks noticing that I don't have one clipped on her.

"Yet, she's only taking the theoretical lessons, the ones with Sir Nicholas haven't started yet, she's a special case," I say, I've been pushing those back since I can't stay with her in the classes.

"I guess she's ready, the lack of sleep are indication that her little side is restless," he says, giving me a lot to think of.