Things have been a wee bit busy around the farm since Friday. Just a tiny bit <sarcasm>. Xcel went into labor Friday morning and gave us quite a scare. Since watching Sadie give birth last Tuesday, I felt like I had a pretty good idea of what to expect. Ha!
After pushing for an exhausting hour and making no progress, I went to the authority. Helen. That’s right Helen the goat expert. Helen has raised goats for 30 years and she just so happens to be very fond of Xcel. Xcel was her favorite goat. You see, I bought Sadie and Xcel from Helen.
Helen quickly drove over to our place and arrived in a short 30 minutes. As soon as I saw her face, the stress melted away. That is until she uttered the words, “I hope it’s not a torn uterus. That seems to be a big problem this year.” Oh, and then, the stress just sauntered its way back into my then adrenaline junky heart. Ugh.
After washing up with betadine clear up to her elbow and slathering her arm with lubricant, Helen went in. That’s right folks. Clear up to her elbow. If I hadn’t been so freaked out, I might’ve thought of taking pictures. With arm embedded in Xcel, Helen talked softly to herself wondering about the situation. Were these two legs attached to the same goat? Was this baby still alive? How to turn the baby to get the legs out. She was in there so long, I was sure at one moment, they’d be stuck in there forever.
And then when it all seemed hopeless, out came Buttercup. And sure enough, she started to breath. Whew. And before I knew it Helen was pulling two more goats out. For one horrifying second, Helen thought maybe a fourth was headed out. Thank you, Lord. Just three. And yes, a momma goat can have up to five babies at one time. I know. It doesn’t seem possible that a goat could have a litter. But it’s true. One momma can make you a whole new herd.
So, here are the little rascals:
I’ll fill you in on the challenges that ensued after their birth tomorrow. If you’ve ever nursed a baby, you know, it doesn’t always come naturally to the baby. It’s no different with goats. Especially if their momma decides she doesn’t want to nurse. Ugh. Tell me again why I’m doing this.
I hope you have a pleasant Tuesday. Please go enjoy your freedom. I, however, need to go feed 6 goats now. Really. I mean it. Go enjoy yourself.