Join Date: Aug 2006
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Puppy Won Lottery
Not the money lottery, but the more valuable, Life lottery.
Nike delivered her puppies yesterday. 5 puppies. One little girl was in distress. Birth is both a violent, and delicate balancing act, and sometimes one doesn't draw all the good cards. Distress can come many ways in the process, and sometimes no one know what the cause is.
We think maybe this one enhaled some fluid but we just don't know. She was breathing, but with a little crackle when she exhaled. Most of the time they start scrambling for a nipple as soon as they are out of the sack. This one wasn't interested in nursing at all, and every time she exhaled there would be a little whining in complaint.
We waited for a little while, and when we were convinced she just wasn't going to put any effort in nursing, Pam had me mix up a little Maple Syrup 1:3 with warm water to hopefully give her some energy. We put one drop on her tongue, and she swallowed that okay, so we gave her another couple of drops, and let her rest on the heating pad. Nike licked her a lot. She was still in distress.
After some other length of time, we knew that she would not survive if she didn't get some of her Mom's first milk. Pam expressed some. I had to hold Nike, and she wasn't happy about it at all. We got a few drops into the baby then, and a couple of times later. She seemed to pick up strength, but still only enough to crawl into the pile of babies. We hoped that was a good sign.
This had gone on for several hours, and we realized we had done all we could do. I went to bed, and Pam took the first watch on the floor next to the whelping box.
Early this morning, I heard the light click on in the whelping room (large closet beside our bedroom), and went in the check. I asked Pam if the little girl was still alive. Pam was just waking up, and said she didn't know, that she had fallen asleep, and the puppy had been quiet.
The little girl was in the middle of the babies, all lined up at the milk bar, nursing away. The raspiness had gone away. We thought maybe all the crying had cleared out the lungs. In any case, this was a lucky one.
In telling a friend about this early this morning, she asked how we felt. I said it must feel like it does when you win the lottery. She said, "You didn't win the lottery. That puppy did!"
She seems normal now, but we still feel the need to check on her every few minutes.