Where to start?

I think I should start by saying thank yous to the vets who once again performed miracles. So thanks to Ian, Ericka, Iris, Wendy and Emit.
Reba entered first stages of labour late last night so we had a pretty sleepless time watching over her. By morning there were more signs of new clan members, she puked, collected a dozen or so soft toys and lay looking mental in her bed. Well not exactly her bed, little Miss got turfed out but in the eyes of a hormone charged mum to be it was hers.
I went to work.
Tracey took over.
Reba pushed, and pushed and pushed and got nowhere except the vets. Vet said go home. I got told current events so did exactly that and got home just in time to help ease Bradley out of Reba's tuppence. He weighed in at 16 ounces. An hour passed and so we went back to the vet as Reba had stopped pushing. Once at vets vet got a reminder that leaning in to the back of an almost four by four with a new mum and pup inside was a risky business (Reba didn't bite but let everyone in the car park know that if she wanted to she could swallow whole) and after Reba was injected with pushing medicines we went home to wait. Back at the ranch a pup called Jess fell out weighing in at 14 ounces and so began a long afternoon. Reba fell asleep, so did the rest of the cottage except yours truly and after 5pm I called vet and asked if it was alright to come back just to give her the once over to be doubly sure she was only having two. We were only expecting two, and a boy and a girl was fine.
Back at vet a couple of them groped around Reba's undercarriage, a scan later and another pup was inside still. Emergency c section, and I got to stay in and watch the lot, and out popped Mighty Mo 450 grammes, another boy. He was very dead. For a long time. But Ericka would not give in and after what was a lifetime Mo spluttered into being. Ian carried on messing around with Reba's plumbing and all seemed to be over when, after declaring that she had the biggest uterus he had ever seen he found a mighty lump of puppy under the ribs. Out came Ripley 550 grammes, also very dead until Wendy, spurred on by the success of Ericka, revived Ripley, a girl and suddenly we had double the number of pups. Reba was spayed and put back together and within minutes feeding all four. Safe back home we are ready for another sleepless night as we make sure she does not squish any of the precious pups. All is well. Thank you Arrowfield Vets for all your help.