Bluff Country "Dilemma"

The good news is that Diva has a beautiful Hst ewe lamb.
The bad news is that there was also a HsT ram lamb. He didn't make it.
This is the first lamb that I've ever lost. I feel at least partially, if not totally to blame. Rather than call the vet when Diva's labor did not progress. I waited.
And waited. And waited. Until 2:00 in the morning, when I decided that I HAD to help. I have plastic/ob gloves on hand, so donned one and cautiously 'went inside' of Diva. This is not an easy thing to do, in the dark, by yourself, when there's nobody there to HOLD the ewe. But I managed. Well enough to find a foot. A foot that I (unfortunately) determined to be a hind foot. I brought out the other foot. And I pulled. Pretty darn hard. When the legs were delivered beyond the knee, it became apparent that these were NOT hind legs, but front. Shit.

I reached back in and, try as I might, I could not find a head. I called the vet. At 2:23 a.m. He got here at 2:55. Not a happy camper. Told me I probably did more harm than good by 'going in'. With no small amount of effort, he was able to reach in and grab the whole ram lamb. Which, by now, was dead. The vet tossed him aside and reached back in. He quickly brought out another slimy package and set it aside. I grabbed it and cleared the membranes off the face. Stuck my hand in the mouth and rubbed like crazy. The little thing sputtered! Much to the vet's surprise, Dilemma survived. (so far) And so did Diva (so far).

I just checked on them, in the jug and they appear to be fine. I have to go to work now. I'll take pictures and update you when I get home.

I'm sorry, little ram lamb...