Remember how I said that we've never had trouble with our goats giving birth? Well, we couldn't escape it forever. We had a doozy and I'm still shaking a bit from the experience.
Our goat, Merci, was due any day. In fact, she went past her due date and it was driving us mad! I must have walked out to her pen 10 times a day just to be sure I didn't miss the birth like the last 2 times. Then, at 3pm on a freezing cold day, Ethan came inside and said, "She's not getting up anymore Mom and she's panting so it looks like she'll have them tonight." I love that my 9 year old can assess impending labor. Goat labor that is. He'll totally be able to add that to his resume. Goat labor predictor extraordinaire.
Anyway, we got all set up with towels and my camera because, yes, okay I was going to film it for you all! Surprise! But, actually plans started to go awry when she kept pushing and pushing and nothing was coming. After about 30 min. I decided I needed to feel with a glove and see if there were any hooves coming down the canal.
I put a glove on and felt around, well, I definitely felt something, but it wasn't hooves. In a normal position, the baby comes out with two feet first. They can be head first or tail first, but they need to have those hooves first. Otherwise, you've got a problem on your hands.
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| This is your normal position on drugs. |
Merci's first goat baby was trying to come out bottom first. Aaannnddd that's a problem. I quickly called my goat expert friend Glenda and she told me that was bad. Really bad. She said I had to stick my hand way in there, push the baby back in, and try to pull both legs out! YIKES! I put my friend on speaker phone and slapped on that glove. Here goes, DaNelle it's time to man up! I stuck my hand in there (hey, good thing I have small hands!) and I was able to pull back one tiny little leg. It came all the way out and they kids both started to squeal, "A leg, a leg!" Things were looking good.
But no matter how hard I tried, I could not grab that other leg! And poor, poor Merci just kept wailing and wailing and I kept saying, "Sorry, sorry!" Glenda said no matter what I needed to get that baby out. She told me to pull out and down as hard as I could and to not stop no matter what happens! I told her I was afraid I would hurt the baby, but she said it didn't matter, that all of them would die and so would Merci if I didn't act fast. I felt like I was in a movie. My own goat birthing movie starring DaNelle and her two kids covering their eyes and Glenda on the phone. I'm pretty sure it would've gotten 4 stars.
Well, pull on that goat baby I did and I just cried while I did it, because there was no way, no way it would have survived. I had to use all my strength and between me pulling and Merci screaming and pushing, I was sure that little leg was gonna pop off! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh it was horrible!
But finally, finally, he slipped out and instantly started moving around. I said, "It's alive!" and we all shouted, "YAY!" including Merci.
I was shaking, freezing and covered in goat "stuff" but we did it! I didn't catch anything on video, but we survived our first difficult goat delivery and everybody lived to tell the tale. And in the end, we also got a little surprise...remember how I said Merci was having twins???
She had ONE, then...
TWO, then...
THREE!
We sure are loving these baby goaties! And that's how a brave girl with a glove delivered a baby goat.

Congratulations DaNelle. Your mother instincts took over and you helped save Merci and her kids. I am so happy to hear everyone is doing fine.
ReplyDeleteYou developed a new skill - delivering troubled goats! Bless you.
Wow! I felt the adrenaline, not goat goo, just reading that! Way to go...you are officially my idol!
ReplyDeleteHow cute are those babies? I love feeding little goats, big ones, not so much!
ReplyDeleteI know, right? Just like dogs, they're always cuter when they're little!
DeleteLove this - well done and congratulations!
ReplyDeleteYou just saved me from ever wanting goats! Well done!
ReplyDeleteHahaha!
DeleteWAHOO! Look at you go. You've done it all now! You should look into goat midwifery. Ha!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part is "this is your normal position on drugs." Throwback to the '90's.
You are officially awesome! You are so brave! We'll have to come see the baby goats!
ReplyDeleteHoly crap, you are a stud. !!!
ReplyDeleteWow! Amazing - well done to you AND Mama goat! What a story - and what cutie cutie cutie little baby kids :)
ReplyDeleteThat's amazing! I wish I could bring my boys to see your new babies. They would LOVE them. You never cease to amaze me. And my husband and I always enjoy your storytelling skills. :)
ReplyDeleteoh my gooooodness. got here i think through wellness mama... and ummm... that story. i officially feel like a wuss. i am a recovering vegetarian current weston price eater who gives myself high fives for pulling apart a chicken carcass. you are a stud. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha, those chicken carcasses can be brutal. I love Wellness Mama, and I'm glad you found me!
DeleteDaNelle, this was such a wonderful story to read! I'm on my way to experiencing my first goat birth...probably a year from now, unless we get a pregnant doe soon because I can't wait. This was inspiring that no matter what happens to us, I can do it! :)
ReplyDeleteOh, I am so glad that everything turned out OK, and that you got to be the heroic goat midwife! Those three kids are so, so sweet. Great job!
ReplyDeleteYou are a brave girl! Good job rising to the challenge! Sometimes a girl just has to do what a girl has to do.
ReplyDeleteI'm a goat farmer (and dairy cow farmer!) up in NYS, and I'm loving this! Found you via the Most Hilarious Goat Birth ever blog post that's being passed around in my circle of friends. Congrats on surviving your first delivery assistance! That's the problem with triplets, you're more likely to have the kids all which way inside so they don't have as much room to wiggle into the right position - glad it worked out fine for you! You and Merci make a great team! =D
ReplyDelete-capriox, family farmer