Here's how I remember the day going- I'm sure not all of the following is true:
It was Tuesday, June 20, 2017. I got up, went and worked out and went out to chore when I got home. At this point, Pongo is in the run in and Mama is in the stall. Note: the stall is also in the run in... I should post a picture of this sometime so it makes more sense. Anyway, Mama's stuck in the stall with a sliding stall door keeping her apart from Pongo. I go to give her hay or feed or something, details are blurry at this point, when JW starts going nuts cuz Pongo is stepping on him. I start yelling at Pongo to move, but naturally he stands the most still he ever has so I go and push him off JW. I scoop the dog up and carry him into the barn to check him over. He takes off running like a crazy man, so I figure he must be good to go. I turn around to Mama making a break for it through the stall gate I didn't close. (Nothing exciting yet guys, just another Tuesday in the life of...)
Prior to this, the plan was to leave her in the stall during the day so I could check in on her via camera since she had been acting a little funny the night before. After dumping her bucket of water down my leg I said screw it, she can stay out. Off to work I went.
I showed up to work late (see above paragraphs) and was doing computer work when Peter text saying Mama was acting restless. I said I'd go check on her. Before I had even got my tush out of the seat, she calls. They're both in the stall and something is happening. Okay, on my way. I leave work.
I can't remember if Peter called me back first or if I called DJ first. We'll go with Peter's call first. She calls- it's happening. I'm a mile away, but have to drive on the roads so it's two miles. Hammer down. I call DJ saying I might need his help-- I mean nothing else has gone smooth with this pregnancy, why would the birth?! He's busy and tells me to call his mom. I should have just called her in the first place...
I get home and they're still both in the stall. I kick Pongo out and close the door. I scratch on Mama a bit and grab my little handy dandy foaling kit and some towels so everything is close. I call the vet to tell them it's starting so they're aware in case I need assistance. About six seconds later she starts pushing and I can see a foot. I pretty much blinked and there was a baby! Debbie got there right after he was born. I looked back and Peter had called at like 8:06 and there was a baby by 8:23. Wam bam thank ya ma'am.
Mama wasn't sure what just happened or what I had on my lap. Debbie and I eventually got her to stand still so he could nurse. Three hours had passed by and she hadn't passed the afterbirth, so the vet did have to come out and get it out of her. Other than that, it was a pretty pain free process. (Easy for me to say, I know!) Victor was on her way to the city anyway so she made a detour to come see her newest grandbaby. Pa was at a meeting the night before and stopped on his way home to see him. Chuck fell in love and I had her scooping poop. The love has since worn off...
I'm not home, but here are some phone photos for proof that part of this story was true. I was told the videos were too graphic, so I won't post them, but if you'd like me to send them to you, I have them :)
|Pretty fresh here|
|Before he got up|
|Mmm... that's the good stuff|
|Just over a week old|