Stella wasn't spoiled at all - this is her drinking Pepsi.
Ok, I'm just gonna say it; Stella is my favorite goat. There it is. Sorry everybody else. Maybe when you hear Stella's story you will understand why.
We need to start with Stella's mom, Anna. Anna's first pregnancy ended with a C-section and a little doe that didn't make it. We thought it was just one of those freak things and didn't think twice about breeding her the next year.
Anna was bred with our new buck, LoneStar. We were super excited to see what this guy would produce. He was bringing body length and great dairy genetics to our herd. Her pregnancy went well with no issues. I put Dr. Martin, our awesome vet, on notice when we got close to her due date just in case.
Anna went into labor one evening when Scott was at work. It was just me and the kids. I knew there was a problem right away because there was no progress even though she was pushing very hard. She was wearing out and becoming exhausted. I tried to go in manually to see if the baby was positioned correctly. She was coming headfirst with feet first but one foot sticking out in front of the head. I tried to push the foot/leg back in so the head could come out. It was not happening. Then the sac broke. This was a red alert dangerous situation. I started trying to reach Dr. Martin. He was out on another emergency and we could not reach him. I was freaking out, kept checking to see if the baby was still alive. After about 45 minutes I still could not reach Dr. Martin and now could not feel any movement from the baby. I called Scott at work and was crying, "The baby is going to die! Anna is going to die!." Finally Dr. Martin called. I was sobbing when I answered and he just said, "Do you need me to come?" Yes I do. He was on his way.
It took him about 30 minutes to get there. I was positive the baby was dead. He rushed in and examined Anna and told me the baby was still alive! "Get it out!", I said. It had to be another C-section because Anna's pelvic opening was not big enough for the baby to fit through. Dr. Martin called one of his assistants to come over to help but we were getting started anyway. My job was to hold Anna's head and talk to her. Jamie's job was to help Dr. Martin and hand him tools and supplies as he needed them. Oh yeah, this was all taking place on our dining room floor.
I'm not squeamish but the cutting part of surgery is hard for me to watch. The assistant shows up and things proceed fairly quickly. Soon Dr. Martin tells me he is getting ready to cut open the uterus and baby will be coming out. This I had to see. I can see the little wet goat head covered by a membrane and blood. Then he cuts and the little head comes out and the little eyes open and look right into mine. I am in love!
Baby comes out quickly and is handed to Jamie for cleaning off. I tell her to check to see if it's a boy or girl. She was only 12 but knew how to tell. She says a little uncertainly that it's a girl. I double checked but I knew she was right. I was so happy to get a little doe to carry on for Anna because I knew she could have no more kids.
Anna recovered very well from this second surgery but could not nurse her baby. Stella became our first official bottle baby. She basically lived in our house (and slept in my bed) for the first 3 months of her life. She had all the characteristics we were hoping for with this breeding. As a bonus, she also had a snooty, precocious personality. My favorite!
Stella's name means "cut from the stars". I thought this was appropriate as references to both her sire, LoneStar, and to her difficult birth. She has been a joy to us and we have very high hopes for her offspring.
There is so much more I could tell you about Stella but maybe another time...
Beth Wing is a mother to five wonderful children, caretaker to many goats, chickens, dogs, rabbits and one mini horse. An entrepreneur, she appreciates the wonders of homestead living and loves to share these experiences with others.
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