I'm skipping over the lengthy list of vacation posts to bring this update . . . Olive is a mama!
Buck and I drove over to visit her on Monday; she was so happy to see us! Her belly had rounded, and she seemed extra interested in the treats we'd brought along :) When we left (with unbeknownst plans to her, for me to return for her c-section on Friday), she looked at us through the gate like, "Haven't you forgotten something?"
We also got to visit with the near-dozen two-week-old puppies that her new friend Ivey was nursing. One peed on me, and I didn't bring an extra shirt, but that's okay! I dried out eventually ;)
As the week progressed, we kept hoping Olive would go into labor naturally--she has proven she is not great at surgery recovery. The vet clinic moved her surgery forward from Friday afternoon to Friday morning, and we figured there was no chance to avoid the c-section within that shortened time frame. Well, then midafternoon on Thursday, I got a text message saying it looked like Olive might be showing some signs of nesting. But five hours later, nothing had changed. I packed a "go bag" just in case and waited for my cue to head west. By 10 p.m., Buck was home, and we decided I would not drive in the night to get to the delivery, should it happen. Less than an hour later another text came in saying, "It's happening!"
I kept my phone next to the bed and saw puppy number one, a little boy, was born right after midnight. About 45 minutes later, his sister followed. Puppy three took her sweet time, freaking everyone out a bit, and arrived just before 3 a.m.
About seven hours later, Caelan, Graysen, and I loaded into the van and started the drive to meet the puppies. Olive was ecstatic to see us! She fussed her happy whine and did little circles among the three of us :) However, we noticed that one set of three was down to two. Her little boy puppy was "struggling" the volunteer (who was feeding the near-dozen puppies bottles) told us. He was at the vet, seeing if there was anything they could do. Sadly, the breeders came home and told us he didn't make it. His intestines were too far up, so one of his lungs couldn't inflate enough to oxygenate his little 1.5 lb. body. They brought him home to bury and asked us to name him, so we called him Esker--which is an Irish land formation made out of white sand.




Olive seems very proud of her little daughters, though! She let us hold them and tried to lay still long enough for them to nurse. She's also insistent about their tidiness and licks them until they are good and slobbery--whether they like it or not :)
Caelan and I discussed names pretty thoroughly on the drive over, just in case we had the privilege of naming all the pups. However, when we arrived, and the boy pup was gone, and one of the near-dozen pups was sick, and a large dog food donation had to be picked up, and Graysen had to have Iron Man skills to be allergic to dogs in a house with 20 dogs ranging from 11 hours to 11 years of age (you should have seen the clouds of white fur on those wooden floors!), and people were coming and going, and another vet visit was scheduled for the sick pup--it was hard to take a minute to think about the best names for the little girls.
Fern has been on our list from the start. The little purple ribbon girl was sweet and peaceful; she seemed like Fern. The other new one, with the golden-orange ribbon, was more of a challenge--we considered Ivory, Coral, Daisy (which didn't work because of a volunteer, who recently passed away, by that name), Libby, Penny, Winnie, Charlotte (so we'd have two characters from the book Charlotte's Web--but I just couldn't name a puppy after a spider, even if it was a very nice and intelligent spider :) . . . but none sounded quite "right" with Fern. Then I realized that Caelan had mentioned several times how vocal the little golden girl was, almost from the moment we arrived. "Piper" popped into my head while I was visiting the puppies in the big room. I asked the breeder if they'd ever had a Piper before, and she said, "No, and I love that name!" This is amazing, because our trio's arrival brought their total born to 97 puppies! Finding a "fresh" name is no easy task :) So we have Piper and Fern, the English Cream Golden Retriever sisters!
Piper is also special, because that was my sister-in-law's mama dog's name. It really felt like our little one named herself, so it took me a minute to see the connection. I hope this wee namesake lives up to the sweet story of a mama dog before her :)
We have plans to go back and visit when we pick up Noah's household goods from his parents' home mid-week . . . but Idk if I can wait that long for another round of Olive, Fern, and Piper time, so Sunday might be my next puppy funday :)