Ok, it's not a terribly dramatic story, but it really had me worried. I just settled in for another night of foal watch on the cameras with my mare acting fine. Then she decided to roll and she never rolls until late so I was just watching and wondering. Then she rolled again and got up and started eating hay. Since she didn't do anything else I assumed she was just getting the baby in position for another time, and watched her eat. But as the rain storm drew closer and I new I was all alone, I thought I'd just go and check on her in person and see that all was well. When I got out there she was still eating hay and acting fine but she had a puddle behind her. I knew she hadn't gone pee, so I started to worry. I watched her as I started getting all my stuff together and saw that the water was a slow stream. It wasn't a drip, it was definately a stream, just small. So I got my gloves, lubed my hand and figured that I needed to check. I tried but she wouldn't stand still for me. That's when I called the vet. My vet was not on call so I got some lady I had never met. I explained what was going on and she said wait 30 minutes before doing anything. I explained how I thought I should check the position because that could be why the water wasn't coming out completely. She advised me that I should never check the position until I see the white sac. I told her with minis we like to check the position before it's in the birth canal because there's a better chance of fixing any issues in there with more room. She advised me again to under no circumstances check the position until I saw a sack and to give it at least 30 minutes to appear. I knew I didn't agree with her, so I then started asking where she was and if she could come out if I needed her and when I told her where I lived her first response was that "they don't service that area". I thought that was a cruel thing to tell me knowing I might have a mini with an issue. She informed me she was 2 hours away and told me where the closest place was she would go to so I agreed that I could meet her with my trailer if I had to. We hung up, it started pouring down rain, and I started praying all would just work out well because I knew I was all alone, even with no vet for assistance. That's when I put the posts up (I apologize for the typos, I was rushing and looking for advice
) So.....after about 15-20 minutes Charlotte layed down and a bunch more water came out, although it wasn't all of it. I went in and checked and the baby felt in perfect position with two small feet staggered, and then the head, so I backed off and let her do her thing. I was so relieved. But Charlotte still was super uncomfortable, more so than just labor, and kept getting up and down and rolling. By the time she actually stayed on the ground, the baby had moved to where one leg was way in front, the head and then the other leg. I don't know if she shifted things with all the rolling, or why she kept getting up and down in the first place since the baby was in position, but it moved. One time she got up and I was so sure she was going to hurt the baby sticking so far out. I hate when they do that.....anyways, I managed to help her get the baby out in that position. I was so scared because I kept thinking what would I do by myself if this baby got stuck?? He laid behind his mama and no one moved for at least 5 minutes. It ended up taking an hour for him to actually get up, even though he did move around and broke his own cord. He has a lot of leg and I think he just couldn't figure them out. At one point, he was laying on the ground and Charlotte was laying next to him and I wondered if either of them was going to do anything. The colt started shivering, which also looked like convulsing, and since I've never seen that before I called the vet again for a little advice. Since it's warm here in Florida I found it hard to believe he was cold. I had to leave a message but she never called me back
. So...he did eventually get up and nursed and seems to be doing quite well. My normal vet was here this morning and took his blood and said IgG was good, which is such a relief. He also apologized for the on call vet's answers and is going to speak to her. I, on the other hand, am trying to find a vet that would like to actually take interest in foaling out these little sweeties. So, that's my long story. Sorry to ramble, I was just so scared and it made me realize first, I am not in control and prayer is amazing, and second, things can go bad so quickly. Thanks for listening, here are pictures. We named him Titus.