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New Arrivals

January 13, 2013

Misty’s due date was fast approaching, and I’d taken a week’s vacation so I could be by her side for the big event.

My first day or two of vacation were pretty uneventful. The next day, however, was anything but…

I awoke to a soft grunting sound. Peering over the side of the bed, down into the basket on the floor, I saw her pushing. She would soon be a mother. But I had no idea how long she’d been in labor. So, to be safe, I called the vet.

I explained my observations; and Dr. Johnson recommended we bring her into town. We had recently moved about forty-five minutes away, so she wanted us closer, ‘just in case.’

After throwing on some clothes and calling a friend to see if we could camp out at her house with our expectant mother, my son and I gently picked up the basket and placed it in the car for the trip south.

As instructed, we called the vet’s office when we arrived at Mary’s and reported in. Nothing had changed. Misty was still trying to push the babies out and not making much progress.

‘That doesn’t sound good…you’d better bring her in.’

So we piled into the car once again, this time adding one more person to our troupe. Mary wanted to tag along.

Dr. Johnson examined our Misty May and said that a C-section was needed. She said that one of the pups seemed to be lying crosswise, a position not conducive to natural birth for any species. And Misty was showing signs of exhaustion. She’d been at this for a while. So, she was quickly whisked into surgery.

We waited for news, pacing the room like expectant fathers. Nervously chit-chatting about nothing in particular, trying to pass the time.

After about twenty minutes, the assistants brought two small pups in to us. One all black and one all white. Six and seven ounces, respectively. Both girls. Not any bigger than size of a typical electrical outlet…maybe three and a half to four inches long. Since Misty was a ten pound pure-bred Pomeranian, the pups seemed pretty big, comparatively speaking, almost too big for her to deliver. But their size didn‘t matter. The white pup, later dubbed Bunny Rose, was indeed a transverse lie. There was no way Misty could have delivered her. She and both pups would have died without surgery.

Since she was still under the effects of anesthesia, our girl couldn’t stimulate her babies to breathe, so that was up to us. The staff showed us how to hold the babies in the palms of our hands and vigorously rub up and down the length of their backs. The pups squeaked and squawked in protest.

As soon as Misty woke up, she nursed her babes, a very good sign…one that meant we could bring this new little family home with us.

Once there, I called my husband at work. But he was unavailable, so I left a message. His supervisor just happened to answer the phone.

‘Would you please tell Jim that he’s a grandpa,’ I asked.

‘Oooh, sure…congratulations!’ Joel replied.

‘Thank you. And, please tell him it’s twin girls. Delivered by C-section.’

TWINS! How nice…I’ll be sure to tell him as soon as he gets back. How’s the mother doing?‘

‘Pretty well, she’s awake and nursing.’

Now, I think Jimbo broke every speed limit…he made it home in record time and jogged to the house to see the new babies.

We spent the evening admiring the newborn pups , taking pictures of Misty and her girls. Printing them at home so Jim could bring the photos to work the following day.

He kept the pics handy…in his shirt pocket. Most everyone at work had seen them before Joel did. And Joel was stunned by what he saw…

‘These are puppies!’ He sputtered.

‘Well, yeah, what did you expect?’ Jim calmly replied.

BABIES! Twin girls. Your wife said that you were a grandpa…it was a C-section!‘ He insisted, amidst the snickering of his staff.

‘I am,’ Jim explained, since we referred to ourselves as Misty’s parents, it was only natural to say that we were grandparents to her babies. He added that he’d been talking about the impending arrival of puppies at our house for weeks. Everyone at work knew that Misty was a pregnant dog. And since most of his co-workers, Joel included, were dog lovers, he’d just assumed Joel knew they were canine, not human infants.

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