Just a fair warning, this post may be hard to read for some that may have softer hearts. I did not include photos of the difficult parts as I feel it’d have been too heartbreaking. This experience was a perfect reminder why we do c-sections and has me thinking we will be doing reverse progesterone testing from here on out.
Our sweet Bizbee delivered her pups early Thanksgiving morning. She showed zero signs of labor, her temps were normal during all checks, no abnormal nesting, no panting, nothing. I wasn’t expecting them until a day or two after Thanksgiving. I was terribly wrong. Lately, it seems that every litter teaches me something new. I noticed Biz looking at me oddly early Thanksgiving Day morning and then noticed it, the dripping blood. 🙁
I knew what this meant. I knew a puppy was not only trying to come out but worse, the sac had popped. 🙁 I quickly tried to assist her to see if I could help ease it out like with Nola’s pup just a few days before but to no avail. We called our vet and rushed her up there for an emergency c-section.
Halfway to the vet, one of my daughters was with her in the back seat and let me know she saw a leg, and a few moments later another leg. As I was driving to the vet with haste, I instructed her how to go about trying to gently help her during a contraction but it was fruitless efforts. We finally arrived at the vet with a poor little boy pup dangling halfway out. 🙁
The Vet wasn’t even able to assist it out… because of his head. Those darn adorable blocky heads were the reason, and are the reasons we do c-sections. This little guy’s head was stuck. It wasn’t until they had her opened up to try to save the other pups that they were finally able to get him out. 🙁 RIP little guy. I’m so very sorry we couldn’t get you out fast enough.
Soon as the vet had her under and was in there my thoughts of what I was looking at were confirmed by what she said. She uttered something I’d never heard her say before… and it was the way she said it, in a very sad groaning defeating way, “Oh No, her uterus ruptured. We’re probably looking at all dead puppies in here.”
In my head & heart, I kept repeating to myself “No no no, I do not accept that. I DO NOT ACCEPT THAT!”
Sidebar, if you have followed us for a while you know Biz’s last litter last year was a singleton pup that was also a water baby. 🙁 Her boy, one of my Sons) was devastated. All I could think was “No no no, I do not accept that. I DO NOT ACCEPT THAT! THANK GOD he was still sleeping and not with me today right now seeing this. No no no, I do not accept that. I DO NOT ACCEPT THAT!”
Soon after that, the vet spoke with an ounce of hope “Oh, wait, let’s see if we might have some survivors here.” following by some searching around and “Oh wow here is one still in the sac.” and briefly after “and one more still fully intact in the sac.”
Soon as those pups came out the vet tech and I went to work clearing out their airways and getting them breathing. Talk about a nail-biting situation! Thankfully we had success with the one little-pied boy and black girl that made it.
It was also in her best interest to have her spayed so she would heal much safer, faster, much more comfortably, and she never has to go through that again. It just wasn’t in the cards for her to do the “mom” thing like we had planned but it’s ok. In the end, we have one alive and on the mend Biz and the 2 healthy puppies, she graced us with. We are proud of her and thankful.
