On Friday I took a special privilege leave day at school and headed down to Amish Country with Mom & Dad to check out the new Amish Flea Market that opened on the Thursday. I got a few new crafty, primitive things for the house; we stopped at the bakery & Mud Valley for some meat; and I stopped at Maysville Feed for horse & goat feed plus some cracked corn.....300# of feed for $41, not too bad.
It was a yucky day for the most part, cold rainy, just a drippy day overall but not if your Sassy, my Nigerian Dwarf doe......a perfect day to finally have her babies.

Of course, this was not a simple kidding. Sassy is older and has never been bred. Labor started around 6:30. Just the simple signs. Around 8:45 a nose came out. Then the bridge of the nose, no hoofs, nose still in the water sack. Looking for hoofs. Nothing. I wait a bit. Giving it time. Too much time has passed. I call my friend Barb for suggestions. Get in there to find the hoofs is the advice. Great. My hand goes in. Nothing. Sack is still on the face. Try again. Where in the heck are the hoofs? Sassy pushes. Now the full head is out. Head in the sack still. I still can not find the hoofs. More time pass...too much. I call the vet.(Thank goodness it is my favorite vet on call & she is truly the best for goat & sheep stuff). She is on her way. Sassy moves. Sack breaks. Clean up the face. Baby is breathing. I am freaking because the baby is out to the shoulders. Sassy is not pushing any more.......where are those darn hoofs?????? Sassy is still not pushing. I have NEVER reached in past my wrist to assist in a birth but since I am in panic mode and the vet will take a good 10-15 minutes to get to my house, in the hand & arm I go. Hello, is anyone in there??? I have given up on the damn front hoofs. I find the butt. Cup my hand around it. Sassy is screaming to beat the bang. She pushes. I push too and by the grace of God, my hand and arm (which by the way my arm was all the way in almost to my elbow....would have taken a picture but I was full of blood and "stuff") guide that baby out!!!! I grab the towel, clean out the mouth and face again, and hand her to Sassy. Thank goodness, she goes to town cleaning the baby up. The picture above is the little boy who came out.
The vet. got there about 5 minutes later. Now of course, she checked over Sassy and reached in, and I kid you not, in 15 seconds pulled out another baby!!! Seriously, I worked so hard for that first one and bam, she had out the second one in record time! She did tell me that I really did all the work though and that I did a good job and I am turning into a good mid-wife:) What an adrenaline rush!!

This is the little girl and when I say little, I mean
little. She is really pretty. The picture above is her left side and the picture below is her right side.

I finally got into bed around midnight and then set my alarm every 2 hours to check on the babies.

The first 24-48 hours drive me crazy, trying to make sure the babies are nursing, that no one gets stepped on or laid on, of course when the babies do these things, how can one not resist a photo opportunity?

I am not sure who likes the heat lamb more, the babies or Sassy. The Nigerian babies are so much smaller than the LaMancha babies were. I know, 2 different breeds but I still can not help fussing and worrying about them. Another long night I am sure for me. I will get up to check on them just because I have too and will think the worst if I don't.

"Come on, I just want to take a peek to see what is going on in there!! Please, will someone let me see the babies?"