This made me realize, I don't think y'all even know how eventful this kidding season was 💀
Unlike last year, FORTUNATELY, the girls decided no vets were needed and they wouldn't cause a scene XD
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Bean had one beautiful baby, per usual with her line lol. He was doing just fine and crawling around looking for food, she was just very confused and didn't know how to take care of him. He was quite spirited, and had quite a set of lungs on him, very lucky, as otherwise I'd have slept through his whole coming into this world, which could've been bad, as Bean didn't know what was up with this new thing crawling around. I had to bottle feed him while Bean got her bearings about her (luckily he was a very strong baby and had no trouble eating quite his fill from the bottle, so that we didn't have to worry about him) and then I ended up having to hold Bean while my sister held the baby to her udder. About 2 days into having to force Bean to feed her child, she figured out what was up and was able to feed him without our help. We ended up naming him Nacho, and he looks just like a little Stella (his grandma) :3
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Iris, meanwhile, had three babies, and she was pretty tired after that, so she didn't have much interest in them for a hot minute. Luckily, we picked up on the fact she was tired, and took all three into the house to warm them up. We dried them off and put them on a heating pad, and then I shoved an ounce or two of milk down their throats, which they didn't quite enjoy. Unlike Nacho, they were kind of weak. After they had somewhat full bellies and warm bodies, we put them in little baby blankets and took them back out to their mother, who had chilled out a bit. Iris was immediately a doting mother and stood very well for the triplets to drink, but one of them didn't figure it out. I kept trying to help him out and came out to put him on the udder every hour or so, but he didn't drink voluntarily. Eventually, it reached the point that he was now 37 hours old and it was worrying he hadn't figured out how to eat. I had been forcing the bottle on him every couple hours, but he was still weak and hadn't pooped, so it was very concerning. Yet, I was tired of going out to check on him every two minutes (and keep in mind I was sleep deprived from surviving off of 30 minute naps throughout this ordeal), so I decided to bring him inside for the night so I could get a couple hours more sleep. I put him in a basket with a heating pad and some towels. I got up to feed him every two hours, though I still had to force him to eat, which was a pain, but I was getting something in him, so. When the morning came, I found a beautiful little first baby poop in the bottom of his basket. Mind you, this was super exciting, as he'd gone a few days without pooping at this point, and I was ready to lose a kid. I guess what he needed was a night on a heating pad and a bit more TLC, I'm glad it worked. After that first night, he got his strength and started taking the bottle voluntarily. (It was soooo good to have feeding last 2 minutes instead of 15, let me tell you ^^") And that is how we got our bottle baby, Harley :)
Iris' runt, the black and white baby (mini Iris!!) was named Penguin/Batman (we couldn't agree), the biggest baby was named Alfred (Batman's Butler), and then Harley comes from Harley Quinn to go with the Batman theme :)