What a day! Our little Peanut Butter is still with us, and is a feisty one at that. I fell into bed last night at 12:30, and managed to sleep some, but by 5 I was up trying to evaluate how our little girl was doing. I tried and tried to get her onto the bottle, but it did not work. Last night she passed a lot of meconium poops, so something was working, and this morning she was chirping and crying for food, but as soon as I got that nipple near her mouth she would panic and just not deal with it (her tongue has no coordination, and it just rolls around. Early days yet, I hope).
So by 6:30 I just realized that we needed to tube feed her. I couldn’t give her much, because she obviously had some milk lurking there from last night (so then I began to worry that she wasn’t digesting, which is a distinct possibility). But we kept trying to get her on the bottle, and when I finally spoke to the vet, she indicated that we need to take small steps, and it’s always a possibility that she would not ever be able to digest her food (being hypothermic for so long, her belly may not be able to really do it’s job, or come back to normalcy). Just about the time I was on the phone with the vet, however, Peanut was making a big, giant, poopy mess in her little warm box. So we hope that we are on the right train tracks here.
We have to be very careful not to let her get too dehydrated, which is a by-product of hypothermia, so we are doing small tube feedings of milk with colostrum, alternated with Gator Ade. Saffron and Battie are our star girls, giving us a few quarts a day, aside from what their babies are consuming. (And I could definitely get more if I need it!).
And so it goes. That little goatie girl has the run of the house now, but luckily she doesn’t want to stray too far yet. (Peanut loves hanging out with me and snuggling, while she chirps her little songs and snoozes). Our chihuahua, Tesser, had a fit yesterday because we set up Peanut on her bed in front of the wood stove, with hot water bottles all around, and blankets and towels galore. I don’t think I have ever seen Tesser so upset! She has been hiding in her cave of a dog bed in the bathroom ever since, where the floor is 70F, and there are no roving alien goat babies.