Logy. Yep, that’s what I feel like today. Tired, confused, almost like I have the worst case of Jet-lag ever! The funny thing is, it’s all from lack of sleep.
You see on Saturday I woke up at 6:30 in the morning. I was awake all day, made a zillion batches of Christmas cookies, and then just as I was getting to sleep Saturday night Greta went into labor. I tried to doze in between her contractions, but I was also watching her intently. It seemed every time I thought she might be close to starting some serious labor, she stopped.
I thought she might deliver at 2 AM or 4 AM, and then nothing. That concerned me even more than her actually having contractions. So I called the Vet on Sunday morning. He asked me to come in so he could examine her. So, off I went. After the exam and the x-rays they could see that there was a big pup in the breech position and that although it was possible that the pup could move (they actually tried to move it), I was thinking it wasn’t too likely. My Vet and his wife, who is also a vet, and two technicians were summoned, and I raced home, to drop off Emily and grab my cell phone (which I had forgotten), and was just heading back when my cell phone rang and it was Hubby. He had gone skiing that morning and after I told him what was going on he said he would meet me at the Vets.
Hubby arrived just as Dr. Chris was starting the operation. Dr. Julie and one technician and I waited for the babies, as we were the revival team. The other technician assisted Dr. Chris with the surgery.
Dr. Chris worked hard and soon babies were being born. Our job was to dry them, stimulate them and get them breathing on their own. It was hard work, and I learned so much that day about how precious life is. You see once they give a mother anesthesia, it goes right through to the pups. So these dogs literally had to be awakened from their anesthesia induced sleep.
The babies woke, Hubby took many pictures and we all then waited for Greta’s surgery to end. Hers was the hardest part of the entire production. Soon they woke her up and as she is a nursing mother, she is beautifully stitched down the center of her belly with an invisible line of stitches. We put her into an open crate and put the babies with her and soon she was licking them and nursing them and showing great motherly concern. It was so magical. How does a dog know that these are her pups when she wasn’t there when they were born? I do not know, but somehow she did and she is a fabulous mother!
I got to sleep about 8:30 Sunday night. I just went in to check on the pups and I was out like a light. I slept like the dead, but still today I felt Logy.
Yes, I love that word. It says it all.