Was quite the day. We have been doing round-the-clock checks on a few of our does, and no one appeared to be doing anything yesterday or last night. Getting bigger, but nothing else going on.
Last night we thought Beezus might be in the beginning stages of labor, so we were checking her every few hours. Nothing. But this morning when I went out there, I found a wee little babe covered in the straw near where Beezus sleeps. There was no wet spot, no placenta, no nothing. Just a little baby, apparently dead, lying in the straw bedding. I grabbed her up, and even though I presumed she was dead, I wrapped her in my jacket and grabbed a towel, and ran her down to the house. Beezus was just sitting there cudding. Oy!
Anyhow, she mewled once, and as I was rubbing her belly, I felt her breathing. And so it began. After I took her temperature and it didn’t even register on the electronic thermometer, I knew we were in trouble. And so I had to go to the trusty internet to read the instructions for giving an intra-peritoneal glucose and water shot. I have never done this before, but luckily I had the glucose, and I did it, following the instructions from one of the big universities. It was clearly A Miracle. I watched her come to life in the minutes after that shot, and I still can hardly believe it. When we got her temp up to 91.4, we celebrated, although when I spoke to the vet, she didn’t sound very optimistic about that milestone. But we are keeping on, and hopefully it will be a positive outcome. (Lots of hot water bottles, a heating pad, and body heat to help her get to a temp of 101+. We did it around midday!).
Little Peanut Butter should not be alive, but as of tonight, she still is. We worked long and hard this morning getting her warmed up, so that we could begin to give her some colostrum and milk. I don’t have a lot of frozen colostrum, and her mama wasn’t making any. She was dry as a bone. So I defrosted some from another doe, and broke out my powdered colostrum. I am milking one of my does, so I can mix that with the powdered stuff.
I don’t know where this will go, or whether or not this little one will survive. She is truly a Peanut. About as big as our chihuahua, who is 3 lbs soaking wet. I want her to thrive, but the odds are against her. We shall see. We are having to tube feed her, even though since midday she has been able to hold her head up and get up on her feet and lurch around. She is not interested in the bottle yet, but I am hoping against hope that we can coax her to it. (I really hate tube feeding).
And so it goes. Dorcas and Pippi are still ‘wide loads coming through,’ and very pregnant. Don’t have a date on Dorcas, but Pippi’s due date is today, which means that tomorrow is a good bet for her. She will be watched closely. I can only hope that she decides to go during the day. Beezus has actually been our only doe to do something at night so far.
Adventures in farming. Always something new. All positive thoughts are welcome!