What a stressful week.....

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...This happened on Monday the 26th November at 6pm, 6.17pm, 6.53pm and 9.10pm. I am introducing to you, Bluebells litter of four beautiful puppies (3 boys and 1 girl).  From left to right we have Brian, Bindi, Bernie and Bear.

I am keeping (Little Brown) Bear.  He's all Brindle at the moment and the smallest/runt of the litter.  He's gorgeous though and i can't wait for him to get a big boy.

3 days before labour was stressful because she was pacing and nesting, and since the puppies have been born, it's been more stress making sure all babies are feeding well etc, their heat pad is warm, their environment is clean and their weight monitored.  Puppies cries are like baby seagulls screeching and that has been pretty constant day and night for a week.  To say i am sleep deprived is an understatement... I've had barely any sleep, i can count the hours on ONE hand.  

Last night, when the babies seemed settled, i had Bluebell wanting to jump up on my bed, as soon as i lifted her up, the babies made a noise and she jumped down.  This was repeated for 10 hours, resulting in no sleep... Oh, not forgetting the part where i had to get up at 5am, take her downstairs, HAND FEED HER (because that's the only way she'll eat wet food),  let her out for a wee and heat up the pad.  It really is a 24/7 job raising puppies.





In between having puppies, i did manage to put up the Christmas Tree... ;)


So yeah... That's about it.... :)

Comments

Clare said…
Yay, Sarah, you're back lol. I tried to look at your blog yesterday and was told it was now private, glad that isn't the case today (",) Hope everything is good and well done Bluebell.

Take care x
03/12/2012, 22:09
Anonymous said…
Nice to see you back....the pups look gorgeous, hope things start to pick up on the sleep front and the pups quieten down a bit (I don't have any clue how long the squeaky noises last for though)

Tree is lovely to

Much love beautiful x x x
04/12/2012, 08:59
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