The morning was quiet and spring-like. The birds sang brightly as the dawn arrived. Isabelle was pressed against the wall of the lean-to and was quiet. It was time.
I made a strong tea of nettles, motherwort, red clover, and red raspberry leaves and poured it into her drinking water along with molasses.
The chickens were maniacal in their calling as I waited and prayed for an easy delivery. They were driving me mad as their cacophony seemed to rise with each contraction.
The lambs stayed quiet, face to the sun.
The contractions increased.
“A foot is sticking out!” Doug yelled and Maryjane and I came running. One of my students happened to be there picking up herbs so she held Maryjane while Doug held Isabelle and I pulled lightly on the feet during a particularly difficult contraction. We had called our friend, Jenet, who just went through a goat labor, to ask last minute advice and were as ready as we would ever be. I thought she would throw the baby against the wall in her violent turn to release her but I caught her and lay her gently on the hay.
We waited for another baby to arrive. She was huge, we were just positive there were more infants to come but the placenta came an hour later and that ended our birthing session.
Everyone welcomed Adelaide to the world, including our kitten!
It is amazing how quickly they gain their footing. Soon Adelaide was jumping on the couch with Maryjane, making her away around the house, and drinking bottles every few hours. She stayed tucked under Doug’s arm throughout the night. She is precious and it is bittersweet that she is going to her new home Monday. I am thankful that mom and baby are well and a new miracle has joined this world.