“I see hooves!” I yelled. Jon was on the phone with our neighbor Jack, making tentative arrangements for him to dispose of Ma’s body. It was 3 hours after her water broke and the Vet was on his way, but said there was a good chance the lamb was dead. If that was the case and Ma couldn’t birth it, we were talking about putting her down.
But there they were little hooves. There was still a good chance that the lamb was dead, but at least we would be able to pull it out. Which is just what Jon did. We waited about a half hour giving Ma a chance to push it out herself but when there was no progress, Jon decided it was best to help it along. And he did, he grabbed the hooves and pulled and out came a little white lamb. She came back feet first and wasn’t moving. We both assumed she was dead, but then we cleared her nose and mouth and Jon shook her a bit and she opened her eyes and slowly started to move. Ma was on her in a second, licking her off. It seemed a miracle.
Dr Jason Weinstein showed up moments later and Jon went out to meet him. I was watching Ma and the lamb and when Ma turned around I saw two more hooves sticking out of her. Jason pulled the second lamb out. A boy. Ma was still cleaning off the first lamb and then Jason showed me how to stimulate the second lamb by rubbing his sides. He wasn’t as strong as the girl, but we put him near Ma so she could clean him and bond.
Both lambs and Ma are doing great. It’s hard to believe just a few hours ago we thought they might all be dead. I’m realizing how much I’m not a farmer. I can’t imagine going through all this and then sending the lambs to market. They might as well not be born at all. I’m not saying tit shouldn’t be done, I’m just saying it’s not for me.
I think naming the twins will be fun. Something else for me and Jon to think about on our way to New York tomorrow. I think city’s going to feel like a weekend at the beach compared to the past few days.