We have four Cavapoo pups after a visit to the vets to get the last whooper off. Primrose done really well easily giving birth to the first three pups all respectively weighing in just under 8 oz each. Text book birth. Then Primrose had a sleep with the water bag of the fourth pup appearing, I thought a nice straight forward whelping, after the trio of ceasarean sections we had earlier in the year. Two hours passed and Primrose slumbered occasionally licking and tending her three little charges already born. I took her outside for her ablutions and gave her some scrambled egg which she eat heartily but no pup. She then started licking herself and in the process broke the waterbags of the next pup and I then examined her. The pup was not yet presented but on examining her at this stage you would expect this to set of a contraction but she did not push against me and this examination of her did not get things started again, so now being three hours since the third pup being born I rang the vet and I took her in with her pups.
I thought it would be just some oxytocin and outcomes pup. The most assureing thing on getting to the vets in a time like this is the scan confirming a heart beat and confirming you have not been to late to intervene. Some might think I worry to much and intervene to early but you will never know that,but you will know for sure, if you leave it to late and seeing no heart beat on the scan for me will leave me questioning my actions for days and sometimes in the case of me it sneaks in years after. Its funny I was milking the other night talking to the farmer I work for about birthing in animals and he asked me "Do you have to keep a tight eye on your dogs when they are near birthing ? I said "Yes, especially as Primrose was a first time mother, its never good losing a pup just for the sake of ten minutes and some might think its about the money but when I'm working on a pup that has had a difficult birth, no thought of its monetary worth crosses your mind." He replyed "I understand, there's nothing more satisfying when you have had a difficult calfing with a cow and all turns out well." Thankfully today my difficult birth of Primrose's last pup was going to be one of those satisfying moments in life.
We got the pup out eventually and all well but after oxytocin not doing anything it was the old fashion method of me massage down on the uterus, so the vet could get hold of the pups back legs, as like all the other pups this one was coming backwards (I'm going to have words with Reggie (Dad) about putting them in backwards) When you assist in a animals birth like this, being a woman you could equate it to what a man may feel watching a castration, you have empathy, especially if you have gone through child birth.
Primrose bore the pain of the actions needed to get this pup out with bravery worthy of a medal and hardly whimpered just allowing us to get the job done. Eventually the vet could get hold of the pups legs and with me pressing down on each of Primroses contractions we managed to successfully get Whooper out. Yes Whooper and it was a girl weighing in at 10 oz, which is a big pup for this size dog and you can see she is visiable longer than her siblings. I think the name Whooper or Whale might stick for a day or two until her siblings catch up. I think Whooper got to have her own horn of the uterus, so has had a little head start on her siblings.
All are well now and after a antibiotic jab for Primrose we got home and mum and pups are doing well with Primrose very attentive and relaxed with her brood. We where never in any doubt Primrose will make a super Mum, as each litter we have had whilst waiting for her to reach over two years old she has happily taken on a role of nanny to them.
After a 5am start yesterday and only cat naps on the sofa last night on sentry duty with Primrose, I have a slight fuzzy headache, I think caffeine and tierdness induced, my husbands going to hold the fort whilst I catch up on some Z's.
Sorry nearly forgot to say, "Two girls and two boys."
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.