>Rosie is still hanging in there. Fighting me every inch of the way on drinking the electrolyte mixture, but I figure even that shows an improvement that she’s got the energy to fight me.
Brenda next door helped me to get her up on her feet late yesterday and she stayed up – heart pounding furiously and every muscle trembling – but she stayed up for somewhere between five and ten minutes.
This gave us a chance to milk her and she took advantage of the pressure being off her bladder to do what needed doing. I don’t know if all goats are the same but she’ll poop lying down but won’t or can’t wee. SO between the boobage and the bladder, she was probably pretty glad to be up off the floor for a while.
I managed to get her up by myself this morning but she gave me a pained little cry when I tried it at lunchtime so Brenda-next-door [ hereinafter to be referred to as BND ] came over and we managed it again with the same result as before.
Sorry if those of a delicate and genteel nature find that too much info :]
Anyway this time she even managed a tiny wobbly step or two.
I’m allowing myself a little cautious optimism while simultaneously being terrified of what the blood test is going to show.
The last few days have been uncannily like having a newborn on two hourly feeds with two major addendums.
One – I am no longer as young and sprightly as I was when I actually HAD newborns to tend
Two – most newborns are in relative proximity to Mum – not halfway up the hill ! Basically what’s happening is that, by the time I get back inside, I’m wide awake. Being the world’s worst sleeper, I either am still awake two hours later, or just beginning to drift off.
On the other hand I’ve probably had more practice at muddling on while sleep deprived than most people.
Thanks for the continuing kind and positive thoughts … I just love how these here internets work … I was ‘speaking’ to the other Robbyn, the non-caprine Bostonian version, a few hours ago [ knitting Chat every Sunday lunchtime / Saturday night ] and the first thing out of her – well, I was going to write ‘mouth’ but – keyboard, was “How’s Rosie?” Here’s someone on the other side of the planet, that I have never met, who cares about my little family and vice versa.