Sun Mote Copse sleep apnea

While she and Phox had spent a few hours fawning over their beautiful new babies, Niamh had spent a great deal of energy carrying and birthing them, and fell asleep for short periods of time once they had settled down. She trusted tha Phox and Bronco would mind the den's entrance, and had- as politely as she could have managed at the time- told them to make sure that no one came in unnanounced or without her permission. While she knew Phox was likely more open to having visitors, she- in a very weak, tired state- was not up for company. She wanted to retain some shred of dignity, and while most would still see beauty in her tired, post-pregnancy form, she thought she simply looked haggard and did not with to have spectators. 

When she was awake, it was more or less a routine of admiring the puppies and bathing them, and of course, cleaning up after them as well. One of the dark puppies- as she couldn't really tell the difference between them- had made a particularly smelly mess. She told herself not to try and identify one from the other based on which one pooped more, as it probably wasn't the best way to explain which was which. But, like any mother, each bowel movement was noticed and analyzed to make sure her kids were eating and passing the waste. She'd just finished cleaning one up when the other needed cleaning too. She sighed, and nuzzled the mess-maker. "You make-a beeeeeeg stink, li'l miss," She teased the pup. "Good thing Momma loves you, huh?"