Hello my Dr. Doolittle Friends,
Chloe, the pygmy goat in my Birkin from over a year ago (remember the post?) became a mom too young and bred with a large goat—both no-no’s and resulted in an exhausting pregnancy that created a whirlwind for months. At one point, after several x-rays and ultra-sounds, I was very close to the heartbreaking decision to put her to sleep as she would never be able to deliver the two large babies and an emergency C-section was highly risky as a goat cannot be safely anesthetized. Long story a bit shorter, my angel veterinarian assisted in a precarious delivery at her own home, internally positioning and repositioning the babies several times so that they could be delivered, and everyone LIVED: Mama Chloe (thank God) Rico, a boy, Dancer, a girl, AND a miracle girl who escaped all forms of detection. She was so tiny none of the doctors or technicians saw her in any of the tests—they believe she must have been tucked up in a rib cage.
Sadly, Chloe sensed the runt would die and refused to feed her as nature would have her do; she needs to keep the other two babies alive with her limited milk. So, of course, I have been bottle feeding the 11 ounce baby, only 1/3 the size of the others, every 3-4 hours around the clock. In eleven days, the baby has doubled her weight and has “made it.”
Please meet Esmeralda Magdalena Raisin Mini Peanut in her Rocabar twilly.