Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Twenty-one hours of stage I labor, four hours of delivery.
Three girls, four boys. Sable boy is a genuine runt who won't take no for an answer, but I'm still considering him touch and go. Two brothers who did not take a breath -- Rosie and I tried.
Mother went from a confused princess to a highly competent coyote dam in a matter of minutes.
I have been dismissed for the moment. Coyotes don't have the same staffing requirements as do princesses.
If your impulse this morning is to the pick up the phone to convey congratulations, don't.