31/08/2023
I know I shouldn’t have a favourite, but I do.
Xochiquetzal became mine when her mum passed away after the C Section that saved Xochi and her sister Tiny. Xochi is my baby. I do try to hide my giggles when she pushes the grandkids out of the way to be with me.
Tiny didn’t make the grade because she whines too much.
Yesterday at 8.00am she was calling to me. I could not leave her side all day, without a complete meltdown.
So, I spent all day in the sun, other than the essential wee and coffee making breaks. Only sign of labor was mucus discharge and the usual digging and stretching.
Going by the normal indicators we could have had another 12 hours up our sleeve but, this is my baby and I knew things were not right.
Her mum died because I procrastinated, I wasn’t going to do it with her.
8.00 last night, my gut said intervene. Cervix was not dialating so her grunts and groans were not getting her anywhere.
8.30 she was in distress, so more assistance.
9.00 baby number one enters the world.
9.30 baby number two, feet only, head back but mum pushed her out before I could help.
The good news is, we have two beautiful little doelings, one happy mummy and an absolutely ecstatic goat granny.
Xochiquetzal is a silver grey. Dominant colour. One baby is identical. The Other is a silver grey with lavender and ginger.