This whelping experience...
So, yesterday perched beside the whelping box and Babs within, lying upon the newly shredded papers I thought to myself, "Bitch, if you are putting me on, I will disown you." (No, chance at that ever happening folks, Babs is my sweetie, my bed warmer, the bane of subcontractors, and pre-washer of my dinner plate.)
But, the day before I woke and looked at her day 62 from the first breeding, and thought, "I better get the whelping box ready." Instead of opening the shop, spent the morning scrubbing every inch of the whelping area and box, setting supplies in order, and putting down new papers. As soon as all was ready, she had surveyed her new domain, and set to shredding the deep bed of papers I had made in the box.
I then went and fed and took care of the mangies. And went to the store to put in provisions and my meds. I picked up a heat lamp as my old one was no longer functional. Rushing back home, I set up the heater and the heat lamp and stared at her for a few hours took her temp, 98.6, and then brought her to bed. In the night she woke me, and I put her in the area and spent a few hours staring at her, and went back to bed.
The next day, after checking her out, and she was panting and lying on the papers, I gave her a chicken leg quarter and she scarfed it. I watched and I waited. Finally after a few hours, I passed out chicken leg quarters to the rest of my lot, not sure when I would give them their kibble. She of course went through the doggy door and lined up for hers, even though she ate one already that morning. No loss of appetite. I gave her another drumstick.
The day wore on, and on, and on. I took her temperature again, 98.5. Definitely low enough. I pull out one of my many whelping books, not that we have not been through this before. Finally at 4PM, this was yesterday, she broke water. Awesome. I have never heard of a false pregnancy breaking water. Now the clock starts.
In an hour labor starts in earnest, but no puppy. I am her cheerleader, "push, push girl, push the baby out." Nothing. She lays down and seems to give up. I get her up and have her walk around. That seems to start it again, then she lays down. I run in the other room and get a can of carnation evaporated milk and mix it with water and she drinks most of it. That seems to start it again, then nothing.
Now Babsy has had a litter before, three years ago. I bred her in between to a dog that has not yet produced puppies. This time, I went with a different dog. But she just turned six, and I am worried because it is harder for older females that have had several years between litters.
I check the time, it is almost seven. My vet is closed. I would have to put her in the car and go for hours to get her to the vet. Then I see that her private area looks odd. I look closer. A mouth is born. Just the mouth. She moves and grunts and tries and lies down again. there is no sack. This baby will die. It is breathing, it needs out. Now.
I get her up, and walk her and encourage, she tries. Doesn't work. I put my fingers around the head, it recedes! I get her up again. The poor girl is tired now, but she tries to push again and licks at herself. The mouth is born again. It is moving. I put my finger around the head and get it a little further out, a muzzle and then the head. She gets up again, and pushes, and soon the rest of the first pup is born. It is a boy, born at 6:50. The pup weighs just 1 pound 1 ounce, a good weight, but not gigantic. He finds his way to a nozzle and goes to.
Babs and I clean the puppy and dry it, then I clean my hands, and expect others to come in the normal interval.
Heidi Ho, Odie
Joy-Joy, Bear Cub, Hepsi-Pepsi
Cujo2, Karma Chameleon
Ramona the Pest, Kojak -- who loves you baby?
Tiny Tinnie, Susie's Uzzi, Kaiah -- The Baby Monster.