Sunday night was a little it nerve-wracking! No time to take pictures by the time we figured out what was going on and what we needed to do.
Clover started kidding around 7:00 pm when we were starting to milk. The first kid came out hind legs first, which isn’t a big problem except that sometimes they breath a bit too early.
Lucky did just that. He really tried to breath, and breath, and breath. But all he got was mucus. We turned him upside down and spent the next 5 minutes using the bulb syringe to suck out his nose and mouth.
I really didn’t think he would make it. Especially since boys tend to give up early.
But he’s still around, that’s why we are calling him Lucky.
His brother came out head first, but no feet. NO FEET!
That meant that I had to go in and get the feet out!
In my Sunday dress! Silly me, I thought I would have time to change between milking and checking on Clover.
As soon as his little head was out… he started BREATHING!
At least we caught this one faster and we were able to wipe his face off. He didn’t have as much mucus sucked in as Lucky did. We worked as fast as we could, especially because we didn’t know if this one would be a boy or a girl. Sheesh! All that work for two boys!
Both kids got a shot of LA 200 just to be sure they were okay. Clover got a big shot of Penicillin since I had to go inside and help with the kid.
I think next year Vet2Be will be the one going inside and figuring out the puzzle!
|Here’s Lucky. He was still wobbly on Monday. I’m sure it was because he had such a rough first few minutes of life.
|Lucky is being bottle fed for now, since he can’t seem to figure out where Clover’s ‘spigot’ is. That’s okay with me. It means that he’ll be a very friendly little whether.
|Lucky on the right, Banjo (that’s what I’m calling him until Vet2Be figures out a better name) on the left. Banjo figured out where to eat Sunday evening. No worries about him right now.
Surprisingly, Clover doesn’t let them sleep all that long. I’m wondering if she thinks they need to be up, moving, and breathing, to keep their lungs from filling with fluid. Just a thought. We’ll see if they make it through the first week of life.