I intended to write a blog about how deliriously happy I am at the outpouring of support for our Kickstarter (http://kck.st/GW4Yal) project.
As of this moment our Kickstarter video has 180 ‘likes’ from Facebook users. I have never, ever, ever posted something that got 180 likes! All I could do was cheer “They LIKE me! They really, really LIKE me!!”
The fact that 14 of those people also deemed they liked us enough to be worth pledging a contribution to our program made my heart sing an even louder (and equally off key) tune.
Honestly I am moved by the amount of support I’ve seen in just 48 hours… so the blog was going to be about all that. Grateful, Joyful, Giddy!
This morning as we came into the barn for morning chores a first freshener was in labor. Actually, she was no longer in active labor, but she did have a kid, half out, dying (literally) to be born.
Much to momma’s dismay we helped this now nearly lifeless kid finish its entry to this world.
It wasn’t looking good.
Momma (Yonkers) is doing fine, everything continued and progressed as normal. Baby, still not so much.
We were surprised to see her revive a little bit after 15 minutes of momma’s vigorous attention. We know Yonker’s instincts, although helpful, won’t be enough to save this one.
We bring the poor little girl into our bathroom (the first stop for all baby goats on our farm). Under the warmth of the heater she rests. Her eyes bloodshot from the hard delivery, her abdomen swollen and full of amniotic fluid from being stuck in the birth canal. We weren’t hopeful. We ‘tubed’ her with a bit of colostrum and gave her a taste of NutriDrench and went about finishing chores… there is still plenty to be done on the farm.
Between duties, I would check back in on her. While my husband had to get back to work, I plugged along, heavy hearted, completing task after task until all of the other goats were cared for.
Then I turned my full attention back to this little girl. I went in the bathroom and this little sad sack that was more dead than alive an hour ago, lifted her head and Maaaaah-ed at me. She tried to stand up. I cried.
This little girl is a fighter. She still isn’t out of the woods; however, she is enjoying the place of honor on my lap while I type. So today, I will fight with her. If she is willing to give me fight, I will help her every way I know how. Tomorrow I will return to being a farmer… today, even though it puts cheesemaking off its schedule, I am hope. Her hope.
Stay tuned for updates… and hope along with us for her full recovery.