Feeeeeeed me

Posted on

If you get tossed in jail, it’s surely considered cruel and unusual punishment to be deprived of food. Go to the hospital for labor-related stuff, and it’s considered in your best interests to feed you nothing but ice pellets. What I want to know is, when morning rolls around and I haven’t had any food for over twelve hours, will they at least give … Ooo. A different nurse just came in and said I can have something to eat! Is she just taunting me like that loan guy with his 7.375%? We shall see. We shall see.

(In case you haven’t figured it out or heard already, we are at the hospital. The doctor decided it would be prudent to induce labor.)

Update: My doctor said I can’t eat! Aie. Nurse says she’ll try to get me food by morning. Oh happy day!

Update by Andy: They broke Cabol’s water and now the contractions are more often, so it could be any time now! But it probably won’t be.

Another update by Andy: Cabol decided she was sick of the pain, so she has had an epidural. Now she’s a lot happier.

More updated goodness: Cabol is at 10cm now (and super numb from the epidural, so that has been turned down), so I guess within the next hour or two we should be done.


Lamb Update and Other Random Stuff

Posted on

The lamb seems to be doing better.

I’m fairly confident the lamb is a ewe, so I’m gonna go with that until I see boy bits on her. She is still wobbly, but she’s up and about and seems to be eating. I gave her some nutridrench for some oompf. I became concerned about Pumpernickel, though, because she seemed to be making noises when she breathed. I checked her eyelids, and it looked like she needed wormer. Andy also talked to the vet who recommended some antibiotics in case it was respiratory stuff from the weather changing to wet and cold all of a sudden. So, we got her medicated this evening.

In other sheep news, Sadie knocked off one of her scurs (teeny horns) and bled all over the place. We sprayed her with bluekot stuff (sorta like liquid bandaid), but she’d already somehow gotten blood on Pearl’s face and on Pumpernickel’s baby.

Look…a picture of Pearl, her twins, and black lamb.

I pulled a few weeds in the garden. The lettuce and carrot seeds seem to have sprouted. Or it could be weed seedlings. While I was there I saw that finally (yay) some asparagus shoots are coming up out of the new patch. Maybe I didn’t kill them all after all. We’ve also picked a few asparaguseses from the old patch.


Will you be there tomorrow?

Posted on

Pumpernickle gave birth to a tiny lamb this evening. I’m not sure if the lamb will make it through the night, and I don’t want to go down to the barn tomorrow to find out.

Little lamb was born in the rain and is very small. We tried to get them both into the barn and out of the rain, and it was very stressful for us all. I don’t know how long before we got home the lamb had been born, but it was very wobbly and shivering. Pumpernickle didn’t seem quite as attentive as Pearl and Sadie. I took my t-shirt off and tried to dry the lamb off once we got it into the barn. I don’t know if I should have done that, but it seemed like a good idea to get the lamb dry. I gave it some nutridrench. We saw the lamb nursing a few times and heard slurpy sounds. The lamb’s mouth feels warm. Why does it still seem so weak? Andy has to help it stand to nurse. Is it eating when we aren’t there to help?

I didn’t want to disturb them with a flash to take a photo, but I want a picture of the lamb while it’s alive so I took one picture, but I don’t feel like posting it right now. It’s a little white lamb with a black spot on one of its legs. I think it’s a girl, but as usual I’m not sure.

Update – Thursday morning: Lamb made it through the night and was on his/her feet this morning when Andy went to check. Still a little wobbly but dry and not shivering. We’re keeping mom and baby in the barn today, and I’ll be staying home to watch them and help if needed and possible.


The Saga Continues (and Ends?)

Posted on

Yesterday I bribed Andy into bra shopping at Walmart (I told him we could get some soda). He has a good eye for finding the nursing bras in amongst all the racks and racks of other bras. I guess that’s another talent of his to list on his resume along with having freakish catching reflexes and being a fount of useless trivia.

Alas, not even Walmart with its billions of items at everyday low prices had the right sized nursing bra. Well, that’s not quite true. They had one. One that was the right size. But it was a super-lacy underwire, and even though I know I could probably take the wire out, I didn’t want to. Plus that lacy stuff looked itchy. (That sort of kills the drama of me bemoaning the lack of bras in my size, doesn’t it? Oh well.)

Andy asked me what size I was looking for (I’ll tell you, I’ll let the secret out! I’ve been hunting the mysterious 42D!), and when I told him he paused thoughtfully.

“How about a 42DD?”

I glared at him and said something about how the bra would be all flappy and sure maybe I could keep my wallet in there plus a pack of crackers and a few grapes, but no.

“How about a 40C?”

I can’t wear that even now, Andy.

“Hrmm…,” searches the bras for some more options. “I’ve got it! How about a 40DD!!”

I bought a pair of sports bras. (Get Two for One Low Low Price!) I am happy to note that when I took them home and tried one on, not only did it fit around, but it also had enough room for extra bosom without being so roomy as to need packing peanuts to take up the slack. This will do for now, I think.


Circles and circles and circles

Posted on

Yesterday morning I decided it would be a good idea to get together a list of stuff to pack to take to the hospital. As I was compiling my little list, I realized I’m missing a few key things…namely a nursing bra and nursing pads. Oops. A couple weeks ago when I ordered new maternity pants from one of the fat lady stores I looked at nursing bras, but the place I was ordering from didn’t have bras small enough for me. I figured I had time to worry about it later. Hm. I think I waited too long. Oops.

Since I don’t have giant mongo bosoms, I’m hoping I can actually find a nursing bra at Target. If I can’t find one tomorrow, I’ll order one and hope it gets here before I need. Worse case scenario, I don’t have one when I need it and I just make due. No big deal.

Of course, without the bra to hold them in place, the nursing pads aren’t very helpful. (I suppose I could duct tape them on?) Still I figured it wouldn’t hurt to work on acquring some. Being all crafty like I am, I decided to make the pads myself. I was a little worried because we’re talking circles here instead of my familiar squares. Circles are scary. And round.

I dug out a pair of old, flannel receiving blankets we were given by the people we bought our diapers from. Paired with some thread I found floating around, my materials were free. Even if I messed up, I wouldn’t be out anything, so it was going to be OK. Cutting out the pads was way easier than the diaper wipes…probably because I didn’t have huge pieces of fabric. I drew a template onto cardboard by tracing a bowl. Then I traced circle after circle onto the flannel using a magic marker.

I got everything cut out and then stitched together four layers of flannel to make each pad. Two receiving blankets made me four sets of pads, which will do for now. I’m pretty proud at how circular my circles are, and I’m especially pleased with how neat the edges look all stitched up with the ziggityzaggity.

I’d be all set, as I told Andy, if only I could sew up a nursing bra. Somehow I think that’s a bit beyond circles and squares.

Speaking of circles, the lambs love to run in them. ‘Round and ’round the barn they go!


Happy One Week Birthday

Posted on

To recap, Sadie had her lamb (currently known as “blackie”) last Wednesday. The next day Pearl gave birth to twins. Their story is much more uneventful and quite a bit shorter. Are you ready? Got your popcorn and your soda?

The Story:

After work, we turned around the curve in our driveway by the pond and came to a gravel-crunching halt. Andy and I both exclaimed something along the lines of “Holy Sh*t!” And this is what we saw:

The End.

We probably didn’t miss the big event(s) by very long because both sheep were still damp and wobbly. As you can see, they are both mostly white, but one has a brown spot on its neck and one has brownish legs. Both also appear to be horned. We’re sure one is a boy (“not spotty”), and at first we thought the other (“spotty”) was a boy, too, but now we’re not so sure. “Blackie” and “Not Spotty” pretty obviously have boy parts a’ danglin’, but I can’t tell if “Spotty” has teeny boy parts or if that’s just fur. We’ve been too busy to catch him/her to find out for sure.

We’re still waiting on Pumpernickle to see if she pops forth a baby or two. We’re pretty sure she’s in the family way, but if she is I reckon she’s at least a week or two off due to lack of udder.


R.I.P. Hop

Posted on

Hop suddenly got sick this afternoon and died around 8:30. We buried her under our little almond tree with her sister Munch’s ashes and with our little kitten Tama’s ashes, too.

Bye-bye HoppyHop.


Or maybe a boy?

Posted on

Wednesday night when we got home from work and drove past the sheep, I noticed Sadie was off by herself lying down in the barn. Hrm! We dropped our stuff off in the house, and while Andy fed kitties I wobbled as fast as I could down to the barn. I checked out Sadie’s girlie parts and could see the tee-tiniest bit of hooves sticking out! (This was about 6:30 or so.)

Andy came down and took a peek, but he was hungry and not much was going on so while I stood and watched he went back up to the house to make dinner. About half an hour later he came back with a chair for me to sit in, our sheep books, and our lamb kit. I sat in the chair and watched and watched as Sadie would wander around for a bit and munch hay and then flop on the ground for a few contractions and then get back up and repeat. After a while, she started pawing at the hay, kind of digging a nest. She also started making noises. It got dark, so Andy brought down a lantern and something for me to eat around 8:00. I sat and sat. It didn’t seem like much was happening. The opening was getting bigger, and I saw a maybe an inch of hooves, but that’s it.

Around 9, Andy came back and we talked about what to do. We were of course impatient for things to happen, but we were also worried because from what we read it seemed like things should be moving a bit faster. She just didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. I decided to stay one more hour and then reassess, but after about fifteen minutes I was cold and hungry, so I went back up to the house.

At around 10 we both headed back down and decided that if nothing had changed, we’d try to help Sadie out. There was a hint of nose poking out now, but after watching a few contractions we decided Sadie was having a really hard time and figured the lamb was probably big. Andy held Sadie, and I strapped on the gloves. It was really hard to get a grip on those tiny, slippery hooves, but I did my best and tried to pull when Sadie had a contraction. All the while this little black nose was there, too, but it wasn’t moving, and I was really worried the lamb was dead. I flicked at the nose a few times, and I thought it moved but wasn’t really sure.

I pulled and pulled and finally found out that I could grab one hoof with both hands a lot better than one hoof in each hand. It probably wasn’t the best way to do things, but I was finally able to work first one leg out and then the other. At that point Sadie was being really vocal (can you blame her?) and started really pushing and I sorta pushed her parts back and pulled on the head and VOOM. Lamb.

The lamb was kind of still, and again I was worried it was dead. I rubbed its side and made sure there wasn’t any gook on its face (and tried to see if it was a boy or girl and thought it was a girl). Andy and I were all frazzled, “What do we do? Why won’t it move? Aie!” Andy grabbed the sheep book again and read we should move the lamb up by the mom’s head (duh), which we did. Sadie began cleaning the baby and the baby began wiggling around.

Andy and I stepped back and watched but after a few minutes we began to get worried the baby hadn’t tried to eat yet. Of course, Sadie was still lying down and needed to stand to let the lamb eat. It was so hard fighting our worry and our impatience, and they won out a bit so we tried to get Sadie to stand. Poor Sadie. She put up with us pretty well until we went back to the book and realized that DUH it hadn’t been that long–give them time! After about 15 minutes or so, both Sadie and the lamb were on their feet. Though the lamb was pretty wobbly, and his (yes his) back legs kept splaying out like a frog.

Still, the lamb hadn’t fed yet and we thought, “OH no! Something’s wrong!” So we pulled out the halter from our kit and tried to get it on Sadie so we could hold her still for the lamb. Sadie wanted none of that and we finally backed off and POOF. Nursing lamb.

I don’t know if we really needed to help pull the sheep, and I do know we were probably driving Sadie and the lamb nuts with our interference, but I think we did a pretty good job. Both are doing really well today.


It’s a girl! (I think)

Posted on

Around 10:30 tonight, Sadie gave birth to a very curly, black ewe (I think) lamb. Here’s a picture of the lamb just a few minutes old.

I’ll post the whole story in the morning when I’m more awake. Let’s just say I did end up using those gloves.


Everybody poops

Posted on

As usual when coming home from work, we stopped today to check out the sheep. Pearl had her back to us so we got a good view of her girl parts.

Andy said, “Ooo! Look! Her parts look weird!!!”

Cabol says, “Andy, she’s going to poop.”

“NO, NO! Something’s going on! Look!”

Pearl poops.

“But, but…her parts are all twitchy!”

“She’s pooping.”

“Look! Sadie’s parts look weird, too!!!”

Sadie poops.

“Oh.”