Friday, June 19, 2009

After a good hot sweaty ride, I relaxed with a couple of beers. Jill called around 10:00 p.m. saying Pixie was panting a bit and being real clingy. She said this could go on for six hours. So I thought I would just wait and see. A decision I now regret. I went to sleep with the cell phone by my bed. With no phone call I thought oh, good! I can get what I had to get done at work and then ask to take PTO go pick up Wyatt and wait at Jill's for the puppies to be delivered.

At work I am rushing around trying to get things done. D calls and says, "Congratulations Grandma!" And I say WHAT?! He says you didn't know. My response is know what? So he reads off the FB status that says, "Pixie had her puppies but it didn't go well." I can feel anxiety and fear building within at this statement. I call Jill and she explains what happened. I am disappointed that I wasn't the first to know though.

Around 12:30 a.m. Pixie started to have the puppies. The sack looked either torn or two puppies were coming out at once. POOR PIXIE! The later turned out to be the case. Jill rushed Pix to the Emergency Vet. She wasn't in the room for the first two but asked since no one was there if she could be in the room (way to go J!). They allowed it and J said Pix had nothing but a relieved look (someone I know and trust) when she saw J.

She had to have an injection that makes contractions as she wasn't pushing. I am assuming they pushed back one of the pups that were both coming out and pulled the other out and then the next. She had an injection for each of the puppies. J mentioned Pix reacted to the rubber gloves being changed out. I don't blame her. My poor little girl.

One thing I didn't like, you'll read why later, they took the pup and didn't let her take the sack, bite the umbilical cord or eat the placenta (not much anyways). I understand that time was critical and all the pups needed to be out of her but clear off the nose, make sure it is breathing and let her do the rest. In nature it takes a while. I feel Pixie was rushed. Thank God I am never putting in through this again. They bring the pup back to her all dried off and her reaction when the pup was put under her nose she didn't know who or what it was.

The biggest pup was 8 ounces and the rest averaged 6 ounces. Those are some big babies for little Pix. J brought everyone home and got Pix settled with her pups in the spare room.

I have been beating myself up for not being there. Pixie luckily doesn't hold a grudge and was very happy to see me. I gave the little monkey a big hug. She wanted to be back with her pups. Okay, this is good. Then the little dark male rolled off and I experience what J had mentioned. She growled at him. It was so weird and very scary. If you got her to lay down, she relaxed and let the pups feed. She was best then. I noticed she was shivering similar to when she has to vomit or the night before her anal gland burst. I got her to drink water. J fixed her some hard boiled egg which Pix picked out from the kibble.

I talked to her and told her how good she was and how wonderful her puppies were. I did pick one up and she wanted it back. I set it down and she picked it up. It took her a bit to put it down but she did. That was a little bit scary in light of the growling.

I noticed that Pix was reacting to sounds around the house. I asked J for a radio but she didn't have one in the room so she turned a tv on. I always have background noise for the pups when they are in their kennel.

Around noon I took her out to potty which she did immediately and wanted back in. No, you need to do more "go-go potty". She ran forward and quickly squatted as is her normal style. She dashed to the door anxious to get back to her pups.

By this time her quakes had subsided and she was able to get some badly needed rest. I stayed for about five hours and then went home. My self discussion while driving was she survived, she won't blame me, I will never do this again and I can't wait to see these little guys grow.