Life has been a bit hard on this sheep journey. This is the first year that we lost any babies. Not fun and buckets of tears shed even now when I think of them.
Sadness is a hard lot in life. But… God can surprise us with a special gift. And that is what happened the Saturday before Mother’s Day. You see, I was meeting a friend for lunch and had the timer set for when I needed to go get ready for lunch. As I went out the door to accomplish this task, I heard the loudest caterwauling from the sheep shed. I hurriedly locked the door, ran down, and hollered that I was coming and was really thinking it looked like James had gotten himself in a pickle, and I probably needed to extradite him from something strange he had tried.
Alas, as I got closer, I realized it wasn’t James in a pickle but Abby. She was laying there with a head and neck sticking out of her rear. YIKES!!! Who knew she was even pregnant? The last baby born was almost two months before. We had decided she wasn’t. Thankfully, I don’t think she was in her pickle for too long as she still had energy to get up and try to stay on guard till she decided if she could trust me at this moment. I grabbed my phone (thankfully with me, though often not) and called Mark to come fast as Abby was in labor and it wasn’t looking good.
Well before he got out to the shed, I had already made some rapid decisions. You see, the problem was that Abby had a head and neck hanging out, but there were no hooves with them. This meant that our new little one was trapped and his shoulders couldn’t get out with his head. He wasn’t moving and was looking quite lifeless.
This birthing process is a bit more than tough.
I had but two thoughts. If the baby was dead, I had to get him out of her before a dead baby caused her troubles. If he were alive, I had to get him out of her before he was dead. So without much more thought and nothing to hand, I just reached into Abby and grabbed a leg and shoulder and pulled the baby out. Plop he went on the ground. But … was that the ever so slightest sign of a breath, quiver, movement? I immediately cleared out his mouth and rubbed him down. Soon we had open eyes and a living baby boy! I was ecstatic and at that moment Mark arrived. I told him my tale, and he went to get a towel and some food for Abby who definitely was happy to get a treat for all her troubles.
Now Abby was in overload on being a mother. Not sure if it was from watching the other new mother’s for the four months before or pure instinct, but she went to town cleaning up her little son. I have video of the fastest tongue in the west. She was so busy with cleaning him, that when he got up and tried to nurse, she would move away as he was too short for her to lick when back there. But they got it together finally.
It took the two of them about three days to leave the environs of the shed. That was a sign of how rough the birth had been on little Daniel. He didn’t seem to have it together with his legs so I went and got him some selenium and vitamin e and after one dose of that, he was bounding around much better.
You know what the gift is with Daniel? (Named for one of David and Abigail’s sons.) I lost little Simeon to tetanus a few weeks before. Talk about crying buckets, and I still can for the little one that could run like the wind. He amazed me. But this was like a special gift from heaven, giving me back my Simeon. They look so much alike. And I think Simeon’s sister thinks the same. Daniel spends a lot of time with Anna and she plays around with him. While he was so tiny, she was the only one that came to him.
Talk about a favorite in the flock. This little fellow, who is a special gift, is a favorite of all who see him. so much smaller than all the rest. Friendly. And growing. I could share a multitude of pictures as I’m always taking the camera out to check on him. He’s a month old now, and I haven’t tired of him yet.
So God’s blessings are surprising and new each day. I feel like Simeon is back with me. I told my friend that she saved this little one’s life, if not his mother’s as well, as I would not have been out there to here his mother holler or know anything was up until probably way too late – if we weren’t getting together. And oh that lunch date, it got put off for a little bit till we were all done and were sure that all was well. I then left, leaving Mark to check on them while I was away.
God is good!