Saturday 10th April 2010: Well after a very long and sleepless night (well, Trio snatched a few forty winks at times, which is more then I had) We have the safe delivery, after a panic, of six tri babies. Only born three hours ago so I am shattered and haven't as yet doubed checked their sex, but I make it four boys, two bitches. will write more later when I have had some sleep and will get the camera out too.
Trio's temperature dropped at 9am on Friday, so of course this put me on puppy alert. All day she gently puffed and huffed but was so chilled out, just wanting to lie by my feet, by 8pm she put herself in her whelping box and started to occasionally tear up the paper, but still no real distress, but at 2am Saturday morning she started to whine and wanted me to stroke her all the time, and kept trying to get into my sleeping bag with me (I've heard the tales of bitches giving birth on owners beds and causing havoc, and no I did not fancy washing my sleeping bag and put-up bed in the middle of the night!) However her expression showed anxiety not distress, one half of me wanted to phone the vets (give her gas and air and a epidural!) the other more sensible half, gave myself a prep talk, that mother nature had been having babies for years, without any interference and that if there was no discomfort and hard work it wouldn't be called Labour. Trio still managed to have naps in between tearing her bed up and pacing about.
At 4.33am Trio started the second stages of labour and a 15 minutes later the first half of puppy one was born, Bum First! Unfortunately having arrived so far he then just didn't move, he was stuck, I tried helping but was getting no where fast so phoned the vets (why do they always want to know reams of information like what's MY D.O.B. and speak so slowly, the interview was about ten minutes long!)...all the time the though kept going through my mind that this puppy was going to be died but if only I could manage to save trio and any other pups. By the time I had hung up and was reaching to phone my son in law with the car, Trio was busy giving her son his first wash, boy was I relieved, I did need to give him a good rubbing to improve his breathing as he was very full of mucus, but his colour was good, and then whoosh with in a couple of minutes puppy number two was born and then puppy three. They must have been stuck behind number one in a traffic queue. well I had only thought there was three pups so i was thrilled that it was all over and done with in eleven minutes, And then number four, five and SIX arrived!!! (puppy 3 and 6 were also rear presented, maybe they fancied a chat to their litter mates whilst they waited in the queue. Trio for all my worrying just took over as if she had actually been listening to all her mum and granny's advice. And I was euphoric but exhausted, being a cheer leader is jolly hard work.
Trio's temperature dropped at 9am on Friday, so of course this put me on puppy alert. All day she gently puffed and huffed but was so chilled out, just wanting to lie by my feet, by 8pm she put herself in her whelping box and started to occasionally tear up the paper, but still no real distress, but at 2am Saturday morning she started to whine and wanted me to stroke her all the time, and kept trying to get into my sleeping bag with me (I've heard the tales of bitches giving birth on owners beds and causing havoc, and no I did not fancy washing my sleeping bag and put-up bed in the middle of the night!) However her expression showed anxiety not distress, one half of me wanted to phone the vets (give her gas and air and a epidural!) the other more sensible half, gave myself a prep talk, that mother nature had been having babies for years, without any interference and that if there was no discomfort and hard work it wouldn't be called Labour. Trio still managed to have naps in between tearing her bed up and pacing about.
At 4.33am Trio started the second stages of labour and a 15 minutes later the first half of puppy one was born, Bum First! Unfortunately having arrived so far he then just didn't move, he was stuck, I tried helping but was getting no where fast so phoned the vets (why do they always want to know reams of information like what's MY D.O.B. and speak so slowly, the interview was about ten minutes long!)...all the time the though kept going through my mind that this puppy was going to be died but if only I could manage to save trio and any other pups. By the time I had hung up and was reaching to phone my son in law with the car, Trio was busy giving her son his first wash, boy was I relieved, I did need to give him a good rubbing to improve his breathing as he was very full of mucus, but his colour was good, and then whoosh with in a couple of minutes puppy number two was born and then puppy three. They must have been stuck behind number one in a traffic queue. well I had only thought there was three pups so i was thrilled that it was all over and done with in eleven minutes, And then number four, five and SIX arrived!!! (puppy 3 and 6 were also rear presented, maybe they fancied a chat to their litter mates whilst they waited in the queue. Trio for all my worrying just took over as if she had actually been listening to all her mum and granny's advice. And I was euphoric but exhausted, being a cheer leader is jolly hard work.