After Bumble gave birth to her first seven pups quickly, she then slowed up and a couple hours passed and I started to get concerned. On examining her I could just feel the nose of a pup, but usually on such an examination it will make the bitch contract. Bumble did not and it looked like she might be suffering Uterine Inertia. I got her to the vets and the vet examined her and then scanned her to see if the pup in her birth canal (but still not properly presented) was alive. Unfortunately, that pup was dead, no heartbeat and he could not find a heartbeat for the other pup, behind that one. Although due to the vast space now inside her left by the already seven pups born, it was hard to get a definite scan on that pup.
So a c-section was decided on and I left Bumble and her pups behind feeling a bit despondent, as feeling if only I had made the vets twenty minutes earlier Bumble might just be having a shot or two of oxytocin to get the last two pups off. Now she would have to go through the rigour of a c-section after giving birth seven times, just to deliver dead pups.
The vet rang a couple hours to let me know she had come through the c-section well and the other pup was still alive. Caught just in time, as it's placenta was in the process deteriorating. The dead pup was perfectly formed, a good sized Blenheim boy pup and he had died from his placenta detaching, due to taking to long to be presented and born. Pretty much confirming Uterine Inertia.
So we have eight pups, five girls and three boys. I hate losing pups, but worse I hate feeling like I missed making the right call for one of our girls, but Bumble is doing really well for the ordeal she has faced today, and is now happily feeding her pups at home in our whelping box, admittedly a bit spaced out after her operation. She has had eight lovely pups and I am thankful for that. Now my focus is to keep that number, as is birth precarious, so is the first days of a pups life. Fingers crossed!
Bumble at home now with her eight pups
“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 (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
Hello, I am Jane!