Tuesday morning we decided that if Memphis wasn’t showing any signs of progress we would give her a shot of lutalyse to induce her. The theory is, the average dairy goat gestation is 145-155 days. Monday was day 150 for Memphis’ pregnancy, and we were worried about having her hold the kids too long. Then we may have run into a series of problems created by too-large kids.
Let me state: from what I understand (from reading and talking to other goat people), you should only induce a doe if you are completely sure of her breeding date. Otherwise you risk inducing a doe too soon – which can cause another set of problems. After inducing with lutalyse, it can take anywhere from 24 to 48 hours for the doe to go into labor, with most averaging around 36 hours.
So, we gave Memphis a shot of Lutalyse on Tuesday evening and went to bed. Wednesday our neighbors checked on her and called to report that she was very vocal and nervous. We moved Jacqsonne back into the stall with Abba and her kids. We watched them carefully through the evening and everyone got a long fine. Jacqsonne was quick to remind a kid that her udder was not for them, but otherwise pleasant to them.
I got up periodically Wednesday night and there was no forward progression into labor. I sadly went to work, worrying that she would go into labor while I was gone and have trouble with no one around to help. Our neighbors visited again this afternoon and called to say that she was very serene – “the calm before the storm” as they said. HB got home this evening to find Memphis drying off a little buckling! HB named him “Fred Astaire” and we marvled at his size. Memphis is a larger goat than Abba, and I bet her kids are twice their size!
We let Memphis work on Fred, cleaning and drying his coat. An hour later, she laid down and began to push, and with some effort out popped a dark buckling that HB named “Humphrey Bogart”! Memphis laid their quietly for a few minutes and I started to worry. Bogart started struggling within the amniotic sac and finally broke through. Memphis got up and resumed cleaning Fred. I waited a few minutes, washed my hands, grabbed a towel, and went to help Bogart dry off and get the mucous out of his mouth.
Almost immediately Bogart started trying to suckle on my hands. I tried to get Memphis to cooperate and let the boys nurse, but she would have nothing to do with it.
Eventually we put Memphis on the milking stand and I milked her. We bottle-fed Bogart, but Fred wouldn’t latch onto the nipple. He has limited sucking reflex, I guess. We went back later this evening and offered a second bottle. Bogart sucked it dry, but once again Fred wasn’t cooperating – and neither was Memphis.
Luckily, I had brought home a syringe and red rubber catheter from work (a homemade “Save-a-kid” syringe, we wanted one to leave in our kidding kit) and after doing some reading on line decided to syringe feed Fred. At that point it had been 3 hours since being born and he hadn’t taken in any colostrum other than a few sips. We felt it was necessary. It went smoothly and he seemed stronger afterward.
I just peeked in on them and everyone is resting quietly. I had hoped that relieving some of the pressure in Memphis’ udder would make her willing to let the kids nurse, but she is still not allowing it. We plan to get up at least once through the night and make sure they’re eating, and bottle feed if we need too.
Little Doris and Rock, Abba’s kids are doing very well. They’re small, but spunky! Tomorrow night I’m taking them over to my Jennifer’s for a lesson in disbudding. Hard to believe that you disbud so early, but it makes sense.