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I must appologize for missing yesterday, but I was a tad busy. I spent all day Saturday in labor and from 6:00 P.M. - 12:30 A.M. I delivered 10 puppies. Of course, my family helped, and it was the hardest day of my life, but all my puppies are perfect!
OK, from the beginning. Saturday morning I was still feeling slow. I got up when my mom did and went into the kitchen for breakfast. I was hungry from not eating much yesterday, so I heartely ate my breakfast, but it didn't stay down long. I had to run outside fast when the nausea hit. It didn't stop there. The nausea continued all day.
My mom knew something was wrong and she stayed with me all day. I felt better when I walked, so I paced back and forth accross the backyard throughout the day. Sometimes mom would walk and talk to me. I really just didn't know what was happening, but she seemed to understand, which helped.
When I started dripping fluid all over the floor, I received a lot of attention from my family. They made me stay in the whelping box/bed, so I thought I was in trouble. Mom said soft words, but I was scared. I felt very uncomfortable and everyone was staring at me.
All of a sudden something dark and squishy came out of me while I was standing up. Mom tried to get me to sit down, but I couldn't. She tore at the thing and took out a little grunting wet ball and showed it to me. It scared me. I wanted nothing to do with it. Mom started drying it off and I saw a nose, then little ears and lips. It started turning silver like me as it dried and it was almost cute. I sniffed it, but still not sure what to do with it. Mom put it in a box and then made me lay down.
Now it gets really weird. OK, she pointed at the dark "stuff" that was still there and some primal wild instinct came over me and I did something that I will not discuss, but let's just say it was not at all ladylike, though it seemed necessary at the time. Now, if anyone thinks they can judge me, first have 10 babies without so much as an asprin, then I might listen to what you have to say, but I even doubt that. Desperate times call for desperate measures...that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
After the initial shock, I kinda got the hang of it. I even cleaned the babies myself and cut the umbilical cord. I became quite a pro around puppy number 7. The first 7 were 15 to 20 min. apart. Wow, was I tired! I had a boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy. Then, the last 3 were 2 hours apart each and all 3 were boys.
By the time we were done, it was 12:30 A.M. all the babies were nursing and I was asleep. The last one was the only one born on Sunday, so my mom calls him "Sunday." She called the first one "Hercules" because he's so big and buff. Once they're all together in a big pile it's impossilbe to tell them appart because they all look so much alike. I must say, they are all equally beautiful and perfect.
Mom stayed up all night watching us to make sure they all got to nurse and that I didn't squish any of them. (Not that I would, but she was so worried because I was so exhausted.)
So, I must say I look marvelous again as my girly figure has returned. My babies are beautiful and I'm very proud. I won't let Brady get near my puppies, although he is the father, I just don't trust his clumsey butt. In fact, he really irritates me now. If he walks too close to me, or looks at me, I just have to snap at him for being so stupid. I've been though hell and he should just stay out of my way. In fact, he should be out hunting for me or something useful. Oh well, at least Grandma Sunny (the Lhasa Apso) knows to stay away and now I know why she's so angry all the time.
Ta ta for now...
Posted by nevadasilverlabs
at 6:44 PM PDT
Updated: Monday, 14 September 2009 10:37 PM PDT
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