First, in March we had one of our girls abort her baby. Layla was only 9 months along and I knew something wasn't right. I just didn't figure that she was in labor. So, we rushed her to the vet and sure enough he said that she was aborting the cria. Bummer, but at least Layla was okay.
Then in May, I got a call from my husband while I was at the doctor with bronchitis. He told me that Amber was giving birth but there had been no progress. I raced out of the doctors office and straight to the farm. As I pulled in the drive, I saw everyone gathered around poor Amber who was clearly in pain.
After one quick look, I ran and got my ob gloves. Now, other than my neo-natal course, I'd never had to "glove up". Yikes. Anyway, fast as lightening with the lube and up and away I went. I found that the cria was stuck in the birth canal. I pushed the baby back in to clear the way and then began to painstakenly pull the baby cria out. Yippe crias out, mom is doing good, its time to relax.
The rest was short-lived though. In July, I was shocked to see a cria laying in the field. As I approached it, I could quickly tell that it was already dead. The week before had been extremely hot here in Ohio and I think that was a major contributing factor in the death.
As I anticipanted our last cria of the year, I just wanted to get it over and done with. On August 19, 2010 I noticed that Celine was acting very uncomfortable. Knowing that she has delivered her crias at 348 days and it was only day 333, I just figured that the baby was moving into position.
I soon find out that was not so. On August 20, 2010 I saw Celine laying away afrom the herd clearly in labor. Four years ago, she was the one that had the still born cria so I was just a tad worried. As I approached Celine I will admit that I had knots in my stomach. When I got up closer, I could see 2 long legs sticking out . While I was praying to God, I thought I'd just push the legs back in and the head would pop out. I did this 3 times before I realized that what I was seeing was her rear legs. Oh my God, its a breech baby.
I was alone and there was no time to reach anyone. I remembered the neo-natal class where the instructor said that live breech births are rare and that, almost all breech babies died. The only possible choice to save the cria is to act fast. Remembing that it is essential to pull up and then down, I grabbed those little legs and I pulled with all my might. When that cria hit the ground, she wasn't breathing. I was beyond frantic at this time and literally yelling to God to help me.
I picked the baby up, held her upside down and pounded on her chest. All of a sudden, I heard a gasp. As I tried to clear her mouth, I frantically called everyone I could. No answer.
Then this little tiny creature began to move around. I kept rubbing her and prodding her. Soon I was able to take a minute to check on poor mom. She didn't seem the worse for wear. Me, on the other hand, totally different story. I was covered in blood, shaking
from head to toe and just wishing to God I could get a hold of someone.
Long story short, the girl is 15.6 pounds, bent ear, teeth almost erupting and down on one rear foot. A friend let me borrow a brace to support her leg and the vet had me give her a shot of AD&E and Oxytretracycline saying that both would help relax the tendon. She is trying to nurse from her very caring mom and life is looking good.
While I might have been alone, God never left my side and he's the one who deserves all the credit for this little girl being alive.
Thank God for miracles! Now for a glass of wine!!