Jul 3
Imagine demon birth complications... like, yes, humans have shoulder, footling, breach and such but imagine a stuck wing? Or a horn? There's umbilical cord tied, but what about fear of a tied tail?
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Imagine demon birth complications... like, yes, humans have shoulder, footling, breach and such but imagine a stuck wing? Or a horn? There's umbilical cord tied, but what about fear of a tied tail?
Think of world where babies in the womb can move more freely, so imagine this woman's concern when she couldn't push the head and the contraction suddenly came into a stop, and that's how she knew it was turning breach for birth. Just cause it wanted to.
Anyone got any transverse birth stories to recommend?
when i was maybe 11 or so i remember waking up and falling out of my bunkbed and staggering through the house while i put my hair up. i put on my brother's rainboots and i was halfway down to the barn i noticed i'd forgotten to put socks on and the rubber was disgusting on my feet. and then i remember noticing the screaming. i've never heard an animal sound like that before or since. meadow was a dairy goat who'd been bred and had six sets of twins before this. but she was making a horrible noise. the other goats were clustered at the far end of the fence. even silas didn't want to go near the barn. he went with me because that dog hated for me to be out of sight, but he tried to herd me away. there was a baby already out in the straw, and meadow was kneeling and screaming. i remember washing my arms to the elbow under the spigot, and having to do it again after i opened the gate to her stall. i moved her bucket closer amd she stopped screaming long enough to drink. i prepped the baby box* and washed my arms again. i put the born kid in the baby box and washed again. meadow was watching me and just making a horrible whining noise i didn't know goats could. the kid she was trying to birth wasn't breech. i could see its forelegs. when a kid is breech, it's backwards. this is dangerous and more painful for the mother, and can be problematic for the kid. but this kid wasn't breech. its head had turned aside. meadow was trying to birth it neck first. its neck would break soon, if it hadn't already. she wouldn't be able to birth it. she'd die. this is one of the worst mid-birth complications for a goat. but i knew what to do, because i'd read books cover to cover. so i told meadow i was sorry and put my skinny little wrist in her and pushed the kid back enough i could turn its head. and when i pulled my arm back the kid slid out, easy as breathing. and i put it in the baby box and wiped my arm mostly clean and pet meadow until she was strong enough to stand, because i needed her colostrum for her kids. and next year she bleated at me when i came down to milk bizzy and when i went to scratch meadow's neck she pushed out a kid and another, easy as breathing. meadow was always an aloof goat and a little prickly but after that she loved me.
*theres a virus some dairy goats can carry. its passed from mother to kid. its harmless to adults but fatal to kids. to prevent transmission, you have to prevent fluid intake from the mother. the simplest method is a baby box. it's just a box you put the kid in so the mother can't lick it clean or let it nurse. you have to wipe the blood and mucus away from the kid's muzzle quickly, or the kid will lick it away itself. our baby box was a plastic tub with newspapers and an old towel. after you milk the mother for her colostrum, or the first milk, you have to pastuerize it to prevent transmission.
