Baby Rabbits, Day 3

Well, I wake this morning feeling very depressed over my little peanut. I am, once again, terrified to walk downstairs and check on the rest of the litter. So many people have warned me in emails that the mother could just decide to mutilate and kill the rest of the litter. I am still worried that she isn't nursing them although I have read online that they only nurse the babies one time a day and that is generally at night when you don't see it.

I go downstairs and thank goodness the six remaining babies are still alive. One more little black one is starting to look a little wrinkled but the rest look good at this point. The emails are still pouring in with advice, good wishes and offers of homes for the babies should any of them survive.

My son is also very sad over peanut and still just devastated that I have said any survivors must find a new home. He doesn't seem to understand the exponential way that rabbits multiply, but he is only seven.

I find myself getting more and more invested in this last six...I call them my babies. "Has anyone checked on my babies lately?" and "How's Momma's babies doing?" (insert silly baby talk here) when I check on them myself. My husband is getting very nervous and has visions of a yard full of rabbit hutches.