Cami gave our Family Home Evening lesson tonight. She told us a story she had learned in Primary. It went something like this.
"There were these guys who decided to go fishing in their boat. I think they went fishing for like 3 days, but they didn't catch anything, so they came home. This guy named Jesus told them to throw their nets over the boat. They caught so many fish that the nets broke and the boat almost sank. Then Jesus told them to be fishers of men."
On Tuesday, we had our first calf born. Troy was gone. So it was all me. The cow was a first timer. I noticed that the birthing had started around 10:30 am. At 11:30, I went out to check on her. (Usually experienced mamas will give birth within an hour, new mamas typically take 2) The hooves were out, but nothing else... She was uncomfortable. She was not happy. She didn't even look big enough to push out a 75 pound baby... I watched her for an hour.... she'd get up, then lay down, then up, then down... I started to really get worried. I called the vet, but he was at lunch until 1. So I googled what to do. Because it had now been over 2 hours, I read that you can sometimes feel where the nose is and then reach up and over to help pull a baby calf out. Ummm, seriously? But I didn't want her to die. And I didn't want the baby to die. So I tried to reach in there and pull the head out. (Yes, I put my hand up the back end of a cow.)
The Vet was back in the office, but had one appointment first. He wanted me to try to put her in the pen so that when the he came, we could help her... While I was gathering halters and bribes (grain), thank heavens she had that baby. I looked out the barn door and saw a black heap by her back side. She was just laying there. So I went and pulled the baby the rest of the way out. The mama jumped right up then, and started loving on her new calf. It was a boy. I called the vet and said never mind. He said, "You're a good vet, Collette!" Haha. Dad and I laughed about that the rest of the day.
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