This year’s kidding involved a couple of challenging situations, one of which involved poor presentation of triplets. Daisy seemed to be taking an unusually long time to birth her first kid and after an hour of labor, I found out why. The kid was breech. It was 10:00 at night, I was tired and I wasn’t really prepared to deal with a breech baby right then but I got a pair of gloves and some lubricant and set in to see what I could do.
The kid didn’t want to turn and I didn’t want to lose it while I waited for her to attempt to push it out so I helped it along by putting my thumb on one side and two fingers on the other side in the bend of its hips, tugging as gently but as firmly as I could without hurting the kid or the doe. After a couple of contractions while I continued to pull in this fashion, the kid finally came and was alive but weak.
I thought the hard part was over but it was just beginning. The next two tried to come at the same time. The front one was coming head first with no feet and the rear one with a foot and a nose. Between the two of them, they got stuck. The front one had its head and part of its shoulders completely out while the rear one showed just the tip of the nose and its foot out to the knee. After several attempts at pushing, Daisy appeared to give up, stopped pushing and laid down.
After a brief panic attack, I gloved up again and pushed the rear one back in as far as I felt was safe hoping that would allow the front one to be born. I was unsuccessful as with each contraction the rear one tried to push its way through again. I didn’t want to put my entire hand inside the doe for fear that I might damage her uterus so I gave in and called the vet who came out and walked me through it. The rear kid had to be pushed farther back inside as she kept trying to push past the front kid. That done, we had to find the front kid’s legs and get them into position for a more streamlined birth. Once the feet were in position, the first kid popped out immediately with the second right behind.
This harrowing situation lasted over two hours but all three kids were finally born and Daisy was none the worse for wear, although tired. Sadly, we lost the breech baby overnight due to the stress and its small size, but the other two are doing just fine and gaining weight by the minute.
The moral is, be prepared for difficulties to arise. Do your research so you have an idea what to do when a complicated situation arises. Don’t lose your head. Do what you can to assist; be cautious but not overly cautious, and a positive outcome is very likely.