We Lost Our First One

Sometimes you wish things would go well.  Unfortunately, sometimes they don’t.  Our herd queen went into labor Sunday.  I checked her at midnight and her cervix was closed.  Monday at 6 a.m., it was open.

After 30 minutes, I checked her and couldn’t feel the kid.  I didn’t have any help, and doing it solo is hard.   At 7ish I called the vet, because something wasn’t right.  None of my goats have ever taken this long, and she wasn’t laboring like normal.  The vet checked her, had to put her arm about half way in to find the baby, said she couldn’t feel any kid movement, and gave her a shot of Oxytocin to help her labor get going in the hopes she’d have the kid naturally.

Ideally, it’s best for anyone or any animal to birth normally even if it is under sad conditions.  Unfortunately, Loki was having issues and had begun to pass out. The vet and I had to pull the kid.  I was using the chain to pull while the she was trying to guide and pull the body out.  By the time all was said and done, it was after 1 p.m.  The kid didn’t want to come out, and my poor doe went through Hell to get to the end.  We were both afraid we were going to lose her.

The kid was malformed and had obviously been dead for a while.  The body was taken to a university vet diagnostic lab about an hour away.  We need to find out what happened, because we have one more goat left to birth, so they are doing a necropsy.  I need to know if it was a virus or other illness that was transmitted through the herd, or if it was isolated to my poor doe.

I was so worried about Loki, that I didn’t pay attention to the fact I had medical grade lube all over my hands.  I didn’t even think about it.  I just wanted to save her.  Shortly after the vet left, my hands went haywire with a massive reaction.  They were beet red and very painful.  Today, they are still pink, but I think I may actually be able to take a shower.  Up until now, using warm water hurt.

We lost our first kid.  All of us were sad, but Loki’s reaction made a few of us cry or become teary-eyed.  She cried for her buckling all night, once she was no longer stoned on pain meds, and was frantically trying to get out of the recovery stall to look for him.  To reduce her stress levels, I let her our to be with the herd, and she laid up against her sister.  Now her sister is sharing her twins with her.  It’s the first time I’ve seen that.  Tuiti, her twin, seemed to understand what happened, and gave comfort in the only way she knew how.

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