A Season of Babies

{This post is only 3+ months after the fact, but hey, who's counting right? Heck, I was amazed to see this blog still in existence! Love the concept of it, totally unlove that there is no time to document all the amazing things the Lord allows us to experience. But I'm not complaining! So grateful for these opportunities.}

As soon as the excitement of the fair season wrapped up, a new excitement was blooming. Birth supplies were ordered, stalls were freshly cleaned and bedded for the newest arrivals who were soon to come.


{Don't these girls all look super excited about becoming moms for the 1st time?}

This was a moment we had waited for with some anxiety but mostly with joy as we passed the time by enjoying the bumps and kicks we could feel in the mama's bellies.


{gracie was on the other side of the gate with treats}


Our first goat due just happened to be our youngest, and our own bottle fed baby, Matilda. We purchased her at three weeks of age and she has been the most mild mannered, sweet little girl. We weren't planning on breeding her so soon but... well, let's just say it doesn't take a whole lot to get a goat pregnant. It happened in a blink and then there she was. A sweet little mama to be. We were just thankful it was with one of her own kind. We are raising two different breeds of dairy goats so we have one buck of each breed. Nubian and Oberhasli.



{our two lovely Nubian ladies with their elegant long ears}


{Matilda, growing wider every day}



So on March 3oth, in the weeist of hours, our barn video moniter let me know it was time. I gathered the troops (and the supplies) and we all sat in the stall gathered around our girl cheering her on as she pushed out her baby boy. What an experience it was! For all of us! I had the honor, I guess you could say, of helping a fellow mother out. Her baby was stuck with one leg bent back so she needed some assistance to get this big boy out of her tiny body. When I was finally able to get him out we were oh so relieved and even though he was a boy, we celebrated with our girl.

{wowzers that hurt!}

I didn't wake Fletch or Maggie up for the birth but when he did finally wake up, we had a big surprise for him.

And boy was he excited!!

I don't know if I've ever seen him smile so big.

{such a good little mama our M is}

{love the tongue!}

In the end, we had 7 babies born on the farm this year. Many, many joys and celebrations, and one huge heartbreak. I'm quickly learning you have to have tough skin to raise goats. It's definitely not easy. Not on the body and not always on the heart. But the love and life lessons we're gaining are by far worth the price.