s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

…come the ups. We want to take a moment out of our shell-shockedness here to bless Galadriel for the completely trouble-free birth of an adorable brown girl, who was up and feeding on her own within an hour of birth, and is already gamboling around the paddock, the absolute picture of health (touch wood).

Once again, Galadriel waited until after dark to deliver another little girl who heard owls in her first hour of life and got her first drink by moonlight — but at least this time she dropped the baby at 9pm instead of 11:45, so we got a wee bit more sleep.

I just laid Floppete out with her mother, Vic.

I had rushed her to Julia again today, as she was going downhill fast – flat with labored breathing. X-rays showed Septicemia. Bad. We were not even sure if she would live for the 2 hour drive to Massey, and the Massey vet figured her chances were “very slim” even if we did get there.

So I brought her home, and put her down next to her mother, and walked away. I don’t know how long she has, but at least her mum is there fussing over her.
This has not been my best day ever.

She’s going downhill again today. Stephen is waiting for our vet to coordinate with Massey, the nearest vet school/hospital, two hours away. It’s taking for ever, and it’s not looking good for the cria. Yesterday started so bad and ended so well, and now today is the reverse.

When I woke up yesterday I was pretty sure Floppete was done for. The trip to the vet really helped. Now she is up to the status of “normal premature baby”, which menas all we need to worry about is the normal problems- infection, constipation, scours, body temperature, etc. So, not out of the woods, but progress.

Too add to the drama of esterday (as if we needed more!) Galadriel went into labor late in the afternoon, and at 8:45PM dropped a little brown baby girl! (normally late-day labors are a “call the vet”, but she did this last year too)

What a day!