Field-of-Dreams
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The lightning flashed, the thunder crashed. There I was, watching this redheaded mare on the monitor. Nothing moving.... I dozed.... 12:30AM, I wake up. The mare is still, but something caught my attention. Hmm... she wasn't eating endlessly. She can really shovel the food down. I know, I've seen her eat. She starts stall walking.... tail flipping, head tossing, yawning. Yup, time to sit up and really watch her! Splottie poops.... time to wake Jane up off the couch. Talk about electrifing someone. "Yeah?" she says.... I ask if she's awake yet.... she stares at me. I say "splottie poops" and she is awake, NOW. We both watch the monitor. Mare gets a cramp, almost sits down. When she finally lies down we go out.
It's REALLY lightninging out. Great. I have to walk past a giant antenna in the field. Large metal stick. Can we say "lightning rod?" Fortunately, we make it past no problems.
She's down, gets up when she hears us. I wait till she lies down, then go into the stall. She gets up, and walks over to me. This is NOT a demonstrative mare. She presses her head against my legs. I stroke her. She is SOAKING wet. Beads of sweat are rolling down her FACE. I tell her we are here for her and will help her. She goes back down, straining. Nothing appears. I'm getting concerned, I haven't seen her water break. Then, what's that? RED BAG!!! It had a tiny leak in it- I broke it immediately with my fingers and the water gushed out. I felt for feet- none. She gets up, lies down. I look again. There's the white! I grab feet- little white legs. There's a nose- it's dark! Push, honey. There we go- almost done! OK- it's out!! Wait, you idiot, break the amnion!! It's tough... baby takes a breathe... whew, made it. Mama rests.... I peek under the tail- it's a period. We gotta boy!!
Mama passes the placenta about half an hour later, so we're OK. Baby is up in 45 minutes, pooped, eating fine! I can GO TO BED!!
Please welcome Field of Dreams Storm Watch!
It's REALLY lightninging out. Great. I have to walk past a giant antenna in the field. Large metal stick. Can we say "lightning rod?" Fortunately, we make it past no problems.
She's down, gets up when she hears us. I wait till she lies down, then go into the stall. She gets up, and walks over to me. This is NOT a demonstrative mare. She presses her head against my legs. I stroke her. She is SOAKING wet. Beads of sweat are rolling down her FACE. I tell her we are here for her and will help her. She goes back down, straining. Nothing appears. I'm getting concerned, I haven't seen her water break. Then, what's that? RED BAG!!! It had a tiny leak in it- I broke it immediately with my fingers and the water gushed out. I felt for feet- none. She gets up, lies down. I look again. There's the white! I grab feet- little white legs. There's a nose- it's dark! Push, honey. There we go- almost done! OK- it's out!! Wait, you idiot, break the amnion!! It's tough... baby takes a breathe... whew, made it. Mama rests.... I peek under the tail- it's a period. We gotta boy!!
Mama passes the placenta about half an hour later, so we're OK. Baby is up in 45 minutes, pooped, eating fine! I can GO TO BED!!
Please welcome Field of Dreams Storm Watch!
