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A little aftermath from yesterday’s difficult delivery. 😳🐐My right hand is swollen and bruised today from being inside t...
09/03/2026

A little aftermath from yesterday’s difficult delivery. 😳🐐

My right hand is swollen and bruised today from being inside trying to reposition and pull the baby while Rae was actively contracting around my hand.

People sometimes think assisting with a difficult birth is simply reaching in, grabbing a baby and pulling it out. It is nothing like that.

With dystocia, you are working in an incredibly tight space trying to determine exactly what you are feeling, figure out how the baby is positioned, locate legs and a head, and then carefully manipulate everything into the birth canal without injuring the doe or the baby.

Yesterday, this baby was so big that at one point I genuinely thought I was feeling parts of TWO different babies.

I had to push him back in multiple times, reposition what I could, and repeatedly try to get everything lined up correctly into the birth canal.

And all of that was happening while Rae was having strong contractions around my hand and arm.

Those contractions are POWERFUL.

At times my hand was being squeezed so tightly that simply maintaining my grip and continuing to work was difficult. You can see the result today in the swelling and bruising.

Eventually, despite everything I tried, I knew we had reached the point where Rae needed veterinary intervention.

Dystocia is physically exhausting, mentally challenging and sometimes incredibly humbling. You can know what you are doing, work as hard as you possibly can, and still reach a point where the safest thing for everyone is to load up and head to the vet.

Today my hand is a pretty good reminder of just how hard yesterday’s delivery really was.

09/03/2026

Sometimes the most responsible thing a person can do is admit, “I need help.”

Yesterday, after an incredibly exhausting and difficult kidding situation, I reached out asking whether anyone might be willing to foster or adopt the baby goat that was born.

And somehow, asking for help was turned into, “You wanted him, so he’s your responsibility.”

Of course he is my responsibility.

That is exactly why I asked for help.

Responsibility does not always mean doing absolutely everything yourself until you are physically, mentally, or emotionally depleted. Sometimes responsibility means recognizing your limits and making sure the animal, child, family member, or situation still receives the care it deserves—even if that means allowing someone else to step in.

We tell people all the time, “Reach out if you need help.”

But then someone actually reaches out, and instead of help, they are met with judgment.

That is how people stop asking.

That is how overwhelmed people become isolated.

That is how someone who might have been willing to say, “I’m struggling” decides next time to stay silent instead.

There is a huge difference between abandoning a responsibility and responsibly seeking another set of hands.

I wasn’t trying to dump a problem on somebody else. I was trying to find a good situation for a baby goat while also recognizing that, after everything that happened yesterday, I was exhausted and stretched extremely thin.

And honestly, I would much rather see someone say, “I need help caring for this animal,” than stubbornly insist on doing everything themselves when they no longer have the capacity to give that animal their best.

Community should be the place where people can ask for help without being humiliated for needing it.

You don’t have to be able to help.

You don’t even have to understand why someone is asking.

But if your only contribution is to shame someone for admitting they need help, sometimes saying nothing at all is the kinder choice.

09/03/2026

Everyone Loves Raymond even at 2:30 in the morning

09/03/2026

I truly cannot make this stuff up. 😩

I started the day by finding my daughter’s mare swollen on both sides of her neck. After speaking with the vet, I was told it was most likely a delayed reaction to the antibiotics she’s on and that she needed additional medication. With my daughter working a 24-hour shift and me still on goat watch, I figured I’d have to wait until tomorrow to pick everything up.

I have stayed home basically every day since August 12 because I wanted to make sure I was here if Rae needed help delivering.

Well… today was the day.

Around 3:30, right in the middle of getting a load of wood chips delivered, Rae went into labor.

I knew almost immediately that something wasn’t right.

I worked hard to pull the first baby, but I could not get the second baby lined up correctly. At one point I thought there might even be a third. After trying for a while in “feels like” temperatures around 100 degrees, I was completely exhausted, so I moved Rae into the garage where it was cooler.

By then, she was starting to look shocky.

I called the vet, and thankfully they told me to bring her right in. I loaded Rae and the baby I had already pulled and drove the 35 minutes to the clinic—covered in blood, birthing fluid and sweat, just praying I didn’t get pulled over because I can only imagine what I looked like. 😳

When I arrived, they immediately took her into the surgery room.

After assessing her, they told me the remaining baby was simply too massive to pull, even using all of the tricks they had available. Rae was also too unstable to survive a lifesaving C-section. The only option was a sacrificial C-section—knowing we would lose Rae, but giving them a chance to see if the baby, or babies, could still be saved.

Sadly, the baby was already gone.

So today I lost Rae and one of her babies.

$716 later, I left the vet with the little boy I had managed to pull earlier—who is now officially a bottle baby.

Of course that meant stopping at Tractor Supply for colostrum replacement and the dollar store for new bottles, all while carrying around a newborn baby goat that everybody wanted to stop and pet.

Meanwhile, all I wanted to do was GET HOME AND FEED THIS BABY. 😩

By the time I finally got home, I was already past my normal feeding time for the farm. I got the baby fed and headed outside to start chores.

And immediately noticed a HUGE problem.

There were GOATS IN WITH THE EMU.

😳😳😳

I started quickly taking inventory of who was supposed to be where and thankfully realized only two bucks had broken through the fencing into the arena.

The emu were after them, so I started trying to get the bucks out.

Of course they wouldn’t cooperate.

I finally got them out of the arena… only for them to end up in another area with my female goat who has a spinal cord injury.

And naturally, they immediately started mounting her.

So now I’m exhausted, sweaty, emotionally drained and physically trying to wrestle two bucks away from an injured doe.

Eventually I got everyone separated and the bucks back where they belonged.

Then I had to find the broken fence.

Found it.

Fixed it.

Double-checked everything else.

And FINALLY started feeding.

I’m exhausted and trying to move quickly, so I start filling a water trough while feeding animals at the same time.

Then a storm moves in.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a ground lightning strike extremely close to me, so apparently my brain immediately went into GET EVERYTHING DONE AND GET INSIDE mode.

I finished feeding as fast as I could and ran inside.

Fed the baby again.

Started getting ready to take the shower I had been dreaming about for HOURS…

…and I kept hearing a strange noise.

Then it hit me.

THE WATER.

🤦‍♀️

My 250-gallon backup RO tank was COMPLETELY EMPTY.

Which could only mean one thing.

I had left the hydrant running.

So I ran outside IN MY SOCKS through what was basically now a river of water to shut it off.

And because obviously this day had not done enough to me yet, all that water usage also emptied the water softener salt tank.

So I had to refill that too.

And I STILL couldn’t take a shower because now I have to wait for the RO system to make enough water to refill the tank.

At this point…

Calgon, take me away. 🛁

And please, for the love of everything holy…

NO. MORE. CHAOS. TONIGHT.

Because I am officially DONE. 😭😂

09/02/2026

UPDATE
The baby I pulled and I are back home, exhausted and resting. I will reassess my thoughts and plans in the morning. Feeling a bit emotional and don’t want to overreact then regret it. Sorry 😞

I have named him. His momma’s name was Rae, so I’m memory of her, his is Livin’ the Dream Farm’s Everyone Loves Raymond.

We didn’t get the outcome we were hoping for with Rae and her other baby so this little guy is available ASAP as a bottle, baby

09/02/2026

UPDATE- At vet

SECOND UPDATE-
Sadly vet confirmed stuck baby was too big to be pulled and mom wasn’t stable enough to undergo a csection so I opted for them to do a sacrificial csection but the baby was already deceased.

911

Anyone local able to assist in pulling a baby goat (Pygmy)

I have a call into the vet

Got one pulled but at least one more is stuck

Can’t get positioned properly

09/02/2026

Thoughts?

Waiting for a call back from the vet

09/02/2026

No sleep and no babies

However, the roosters have been up and crowing in my monitors since around 3:30am as per their norm. 🤦‍♀️

Learned something newSaw this question on a goat page.I’ve not been gone to many shows this year but the few I’ve been t...
09/02/2026

Learned something new

Saw this question on a goat page.

I’ve not been gone to many shows this year but the few I’ve been to I noticed a lot of people shaving, like really short shaving, their junior doe’s escutcheons. What’s the reason for this? Just to highlight it?

Didn’t know what an escutcheon was so had to look it up…

09/01/2026

Rae update: 10.5 hours after Lutalyse… and a big, fat NOTHING. 😑

No labor, no real progress, no signs that she got the memo. Apparently Rae has decided she’ll be doing this on her schedule. 😂

Still watching and waiting…

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