My babies have arrived and what a saga that was..........
And of course I wanted to share it all with you guys.
I haven't even emailed their patiently waiting owners yet.
How special are you?!
First let me set the scene.
It's Australia day weekend, my wonderful 17 year old had decided to invite 8 of her very best teenage friends both girls and boys to accompany her on a camping trip to the river, wonderful and of course we the parents were welcomed to cart them all out to the river through the bush.
So two hours into the trip someone realized Ron in the front vehicle just might, be lost, it could have been that the trees all looked familiar or maybe the fact that the trip should have only taken 45 minutes. (Go figure)
Then my car over heated, so the kids decided to go for a walk to see if they could discover the right road, while I let the Koolies out of their trailer for a run and a drink.
Did I mention it was hot.!!
Well the car cooled down, but the kids were a no show, so we set off in the two cars to track them down.
Coming upon three off roads, we decided to take the one heading towards the river, only to be blocked by a fallen tree.
I was further behind Ron, and didn't care to continue, as I felt I wouldn't be able to turn the trailer around.
As I saw Ron attempt to remove the tree, the thought going through my head, "why bother, it's obvious that no cars have been through there, the kids would realize that and turn back."
So I pressed on the horn to be greeted by a sound that even a mother would be ashamed of, and they dare call that a horn.
In my pathetic attempt to alert the kids to my presence and to catch Ron’s attention, I turned the vehicle around and returned to the start, where I notice fresh wheel tracks,(having seen dirt bikes only minutes earlier, it was no great feat of my bush prowess)
I followed the tracks, travelled as far as the kids could have walked in the short time they had been gone, turn around again and returned, still trying to make the horn sound braver than a sick calf.
They had all returned, Ron and the children.
Bethany did feel, her father was possibly feeling the strain, (can't think why) couldn't have been my disappearance or the eight children stuffed like sardines into his car.
Did I mention it was hot.!
So everyone was united, I took point and taking the only path left we arrived at our camping spot, (Anti climatic for you,?! don't worry it gets more interesting)
Upon setting up our camp, we settled down, Ron to having a good cold beer, the children into the river and my butt to a chair, my feet in a bucket of water, and lots of ice in my cup, I don't do heat well.
Once again the girls were set free and made a bee line for the river to join the kid.
Everyone was happy.
Night fell, no more dramas.
That was waiting for the morning.
I should have realized by the best sleep I have had in years that it was to be the high moment of the day.
Breakfast was over, the kids were again in the river and the dogs made their entrance, I brought Indi, our very pregnant Koolie into the van that was our bed to give her a break from the flies.
Now I know what your going to say the heavy panting was a dead give away,
but it was hot.!
By mid morning Indi made it clear that we needed to go home, I think it was the little feet poking from her behind that was my best Clue.
A not so quiet announcement made by me to the camp, "WE'RE HAVING BABIES'
Clued everyone else in.
Twenty minutes later, the first baby arrived, but not without fighting his mums reluctance to have him in the dog trailer.
I was at hand with my paper towels,(mopping up the after birth and giving the little one a stimulating rub) Swiss army scissors,(to cut the cord) wet towel, to clean up the mess and to mop my brow)I swapped ends for that, watch, pen and paper, (I always record the gender, colour, position and times of birth why should this be any different.)
When he had arrived safely, and the children had emerged from the river to where they had scuttled to give us peace while we worked.
There was a coordinate effort to rip down everything, stuff it where it would fit or wouldn't show.
Unpack my car, repack Ron’s car, set the back of my car up for the dog and expected little ones, organise who was travelling with whom (like I cared), and Indi was distracted, still trying valiantly to put off the inevitable, which by the way she was shoving her bottom into the bedding might not be for some time, turned out she could hold out for an hour.
The next one was born in the back of the car, on the track, with an audience of teenagers who had never thought in their wildest dreams this would be how they would celebrate Australia day.(surprise)!!!
This too was a boy, so I had a strong talk with Indi and said enough of that, I should have mentioned no more boys thank you, because the next one didn't come for two hours, but she made up for that by having two ten minutes apart, 1 boy and 1 girl.
We were home now, in our own room, quiet, with just me, and the two Koolie’s ogling her from the top of my bed, (Did I mention it was no longer hot, air conditioning baby) while I sat on the wooden floors and waited.
And waited, three hours later another girl followed by another girl, 1 hour after that; and another an hour after that ( I liked her choices but she sure like to keep you waiting.)one more girl arrive 1 and half hours later(that’s what you get for complaining) and finally after a day full of events the last little boy arrived at 10:16pm.
Indi went to the loo, I changed her bed, put all nine babies (5 girls and 4 boys for those who weren’t keeping count)in a line in time for her to join us, make herself comfortable, and allow the babies to have a good feed and then we all turned in for night.
Ron and I with the two Koolie’s still ogling the pups from our bed,
Bethany with her eight friends in her room watching DVDs till two in the morning,(did I forget to include that the kids stayed)
But that was ok, because I was up every hour to the shill squeak of one or more little babies getting stuck under mums chest or lost in her very furry tail.
So the babies have arrived all safe and healthy in spite of their early bush adventures.
Today after the children were returned to their families and there was peace again, thirteen hours after her first baby’s birth, Indi gave birth to one last baby boy, beautifully coloured, blue merle and unfortunately a still born.
Sad but a fact of life for some maidens, so is delivering a week early, and with nine very active one day old babies, it is easy to keep distracted, but it was a tiny backward step.
Possibly things may have been different if we had been at home, but life is made up of decisions and the results of those decision sometime aren't what we expect.
But for all of us who were there we lived a lifetime in a day and have memories that we will live forever.
Not a bad effort for Australia day.
I'll put the photos up tomorrow I am just too pooped and need sleep.
Hope you enjoyed our adventures and you all had a good Australia's day too.
Ron probably needs a few more 
i like the one against Indy's back leg is that one male or female? i love it's markings. what a beautiful litter
oh well one day................................
I feel so special. 
all though that may help.