As the mom of six children, I've (Alicia) had my share of labor stories. One of the things that I've learned along the way is to take good notes during labor and as soon as the whole event is finished, WRITE IT DOWN!! Not only is this nice for posterity, but it's a very handy reference tool for subsequent labors. So, here's Jackie's maiden birth story. . .
Waiting
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| "Just hold me." |
Monday morning it was evident that our very pregnant
chocolate lab, Jackie, was ready to get to business.
In addition to her temperature falling below
100F, which is indicator that labor is starting, she was looking for a place to
nest.
Hannah took her into the whelping
box, where she’d already spent some time getting used to it, and the two of them
hung out for the entire day.
Normally
not the snuggler, Jackie practically laid on Hannah’s lap all day, while Hannah
read, listened to audio dramas, watched a movie, and ate all her meals.
I guess Jeremy did spell Hannah a time or
two, and Jackie behaved the same with him.
At one point he remarked, “If she could crawl into my skin, I think she
would!”
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| Ready to go |
Water Breaks!
Shortly after dinner, about 7:00, the report came that
Jackie’s water had broken. All
right! Now it was time for the fun to
begin! Excitedly, we called our mentor
Debby Kay in West Virginia to share our exciting news—it was kind of like
calling “Grandma” since Bailey and Jackie came from her kennel. Expertly, she briefed us on what to expect,
the supplies we should have, and shared in our enthusiasm. Thankfully, Hannah had done an excellent job
preparing for the births, and we had everything Debby mentioned (perhaps Hannah
will do a future post on supplies for birth).
With Debby’s encouraging pep talk, we were ready for a night
of labor. Of course, everyone in the
family was anxious for what was to come.
So, we decided to let the littlest Becker be the first birth attendant,
and promised the rest that we would wake each of them up one at a time to
witness the miracle of birth.
First Puppy
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| Puppy #1 |
Little 4 year old MJ quietly watched from the chair while
Jackie experienced her first wave of powerful contractions. Just as Debby predicted, you could watch the
contractions cause her sides to “heave”, and then after a few moments, they
would relax and her panting would ensue.
This continued for about thirty minutes before a black form, encased in
a sac, emerged nose-first from the birth canal.
At Debby’s recommendation, we jumped to work aiding this little creature
in experiencing its first breath of life.
Carefully, we broke the sac and immediately suctioned any fluid from its
mouth using a bulb syringe.
Unfortunately, the placenta did not deliver and the cord was already
torn from it, but we still tied what remained of the cord roughly 3/8” from the
pup’s body, and then cut the excess with sterilized surgical scissors. After drying it vigorously with paper towels,
we weighed the little guy, put a blue ribbon around his neck and then put him
back in the box with Jackie. However,
Jackie was very wary of this little creature and growled as we introduced him
to her. This went on for several minutes
until she reluctantly consented and allowed him to latch on and begin to nurse.
This behavior concerned us; perhaps she would be one of those who didn’t take
to mothering naturally.
Second, Third, and Fourth Pups
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| Introduction |
After MJ was put to bed, his bigger 6 year old sister got to
join the Birth Team—and boy was she needed!
About half an hour after Puppy #1 was delivered, Jackie began another
wave of contractions followed by tearing up the newspapers in her box, and the
heavy panting.
Soon, another dark sac
emerged, back feet first, and we followed the same routine for this little
chocolate boy.
Thankfully, the placenta
was delivered as well.
This time
however, we didn’t whisk the pup away immediately, but allowed Jackie the time
to lick her pup and make the connection.
This turned out to be a good decision, because Jackie allowed this
little guy to snuggle in and find a spot to nurse without growling as she had
done before.
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| growing nursery |
Shortly after, Puppy #3 was delivered.
And #4 right on the heels of #3!
That was when we were very thankful to have
our super little helper JF available to help with drying pups and putting them
in the “nursery”.
She did just as she
was asked and didn’t get in the way of all the activity.
We added her permanently to the Team and
allowed her to stay up while her big brother JJ was roused for his turn.
So far we had a black male, black female, and
two chocolate males.
About half an hour later, JJ got to witness his first pup
being born, another black female that came out back feet first. The “nursery” was growing!
Trouble
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| "Is it almost over?" |
Following these deliveries, part of the team decided to sack
out on the floor. At 1:AM, Jackie had a
drink of water and shortly began another series of contractions. Unlike the previous births, her pushing didn’t
produce anything. Unsure what to do, I
checked the birth canal to see if a pup was “stuck”, but felt nothing. Growing
concerned that something wasn’t right, we woke up Jeremy to get his
opinion. She didn’t seem distressed, but
the clock was definitely ticking and nothing was appearing for her
efforts. We thought a trip outside for a
“break” might help. When we returned,
Jeremy did a “check” and could feel a tail at the entrance to the canal. At
2:20, we called our friend who is a vet to get his counsel (thanks so much, by
the way for the middle of the night consult).
Still no pup. Finally at 3:30,
before calling the emergency vet in Fresno, we called our breeder Debby since
it was 6:30 in West Virginia to get her advice.
She highly discouraged any kind of checking in the canal due to the introduction
of germs (oops!), and helped us realize that our only viable option would be
transporting Mom and pups the hour drive to Fresno to the ER Vet for a
c-section. Most likely, we would lose
the pup, but in an attempt to preserve the remaining three and Jackie’s health,
this seemed like what we needed to do.
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| Hooray!!! |
I began gathering all the supplies we would need in case a pup
happened to be delivered en route. While Hannah monitored Jackie, in another
room Jeremy looked up the number for the ER Vet and made the call.
Just as the vet’s office answered and Jeremy
said, “Hello,” Hannah hollered, “MOM, get Dad now!”
He cut it short and we both raced to the
delivery room, just in time to see Hannah holding another black sac-enclosed
pup.
Despite my jubilation, I fully
expected this little stuck pup to be expired.
But he wasn’t!!!
As I suctioned
his little mouth, I just kept saying, “I can’t believe it!
Thank you Lord!”
He was so merciful to save us (and Jackie)
the trauma of a long ride to Fresno, a possible c-section, and of course, the
ER bill!
With #6 safely out of the way, the remaining three pups got
busy and made their way into the world.
A nice 30 minute pattern developed, until finally, exactly at 6:AM, #9
made her appearance, ending the eight hour delivery of nine healthy pups.
The Wrap-Up
A much slimmer Mama happily enjoyed a bowl of kibble mixed
with yogurt. After sharing the final
delivery status with Debby, she recommended oatmeal with a tablespoon of
blackstrap molasses to help restore some of the minerals Jackie had depleted
during labor.
Thankfully, Jackie had adjusted to the concept that she was
now a Mama and these puppies were hers to protect and nourish.
No more growls, well, except when the pups
first latched on to the tender “nozzles” as one of the kids calls them.
But ANY mother of ANY species can understand
that!!
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| The full line-up |
Another highlight was seeing my son not be alone in his battle. For once, he wasn't the only one in the room who had to check his blood and give a shot before he could enjoy popcorn with his movie on the big screen. Watching the boys compare numbers after a meal of Dreamfields pasta and enjoy a scrumptious Samoa cookie that was practically carb free (with no artificial sweeteners either) was just plain fun for this Mama.
expression and begin to paw our thigh. This checking without being asked is a HUGE part of being a Diabetes Alert Dog (DAD). The job of a DAD is to constantly be in tune with his diabetic and always on the alert for that "low" scent. Major's checking in with us often is the beginning of that amazing duty he will one day serve his diabetic. 
We have a training rotation in place to rotate all of the
future service dogs between our four lead trainers. This allows each of us to concentrate on one
or two dogs each week (depending on the trainer) and really develop a
connection with that dog. Then the next
week, we rotate dogs so that each dog is experiencing a different handler and
their different training mannerisms.
Although we all as trainers have a consistent method of training, we are
each unique in our particular style.
This gives the dogs the opportunity to adjust to different personalities
and respond appropriately.
