Missy is a deadbeat mom. We should have called Social Services on her as soon as she left those two poor wet kids in a snowbank, but we wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. We tried to teach her a better way. Showed her how to nurse. It looked like things were turning a corner – we saw her nursing a kid, and figured things were going to be alright. We kept an eye on the situation, but tried not to interfere.
Then, at chores tonight, Hubby found the baby boy, laid out in an awkward position in the straw, screaming. He was fine this morning, and nothing out of the ordinary in the afternoon, but by 7 tonight, he was very nearly dead. Hubby brought him in, and I was sure he was a goner – he couldn’t stand or even hold his head up properly, and wouldn’t take a bottle or anything. Best we could figure, Missy had been feeding the girl twin, but not the boy, and he collapsed from malnourishment and hypothermia. The last time we forced Missy to feed him was last night; 24 hours is a long time for a baby to go without food when it’s -20 out…
I was certain we were going to lose him, but felt like we should at least try something. We ran out to the barn and tried to milk Saffron, but she was dry – her teats were still wet from her own kid nursing. Uh oh. We got Missy up on the stand, and hubby held her while I tried to milk – she’s never been milked before, and has the teeniest teats, but we did get a couple of ounces. Back to the house, but the boy wouldn’t suck. He just flopped in my arms, not even struggling.
I wrapped him in a towel and tucked him under my sweater, then asked my forum friends for advice. Warm him up and feed him, was the consensus. So I grabbed an afghan and settled into my chair for some reading.
After half an hour, he started to shiver.
An hour after that, he began to settle down, but still wouldn’t suck.
Another hour, and I had to pinch him to see if he was breathing; I wasn’t sure if he was even alive. He swallowed when I dribbled some milk in his mouth, but that was about it.
Then he peed all over me, and started to struggle. I offered the bottle, and he sucked back the two ounces in about six seconds. Five minutes after that, he was struggling so hard I had to set him on the floor, for fear of dropping him. Miraculous.
It appears that we have our goat back, though he’ll probably have to be a bottle baby, now.
My poor lazyboy, though…