Daisy’s due date was yesterday so of course on the days leading up to it, we were checking on her practically every five minutes.
Yesterday, Mom and Mikah left with the truck to get it serviced, leaving Naomi and I home. I’m surprised we didn’t pop, we were so excited. What colors would her babies be? When would she birth? How many kids did she have in that gigantic stomach?
Well, after a whole day of checking on her several times each hour and going away with, “Just ten more minutes. Then she’ll start having contractions,” we were half-way through milking when…
…she started having contractions! For real!
Naomi and I were still home alone but, with my phone, we called up Mom and Baba. Both were super excited (not to mention Mikah, who’s gasp I heard even through the phone!) and anxious to get home. We finished milking in a hurry and tried to make Daisy comfortable. She didn’t lay down once.
Baba arrived home just before the first kid slipped out. He and Naomi (mostly Naomi) cradled the baby in their hands as it (sorry, no hints on its gender yet
) slid out. You should have heard Baba’s voice as he said, “It’s a…boy.” He really wants girls.
We clustered around the boy, wiping goop off his mouth and making sure he was okay. All of a sudden, Naomi yelped,
“Another one’s coming!”
Naomi barely got to Daisy in time to catch the second kid. One mistake we’ll never make again.
This kid worried us because it wouldn’t breathe for the longest (not really, but in the rush of the moment, yes) time. And then it took a breath, and another, and another, and lived! Baba carried it over to the straw pile where the boy was and peeked at it.
“It’s a GIRL!”
Very jubilant, indeed.
Both kids are doing great. The boy looks so much like Cosmo, except without the white band around his dad’s belly. The girl looks like a mix between her mother and her grandmother, Belle, who we had to put down.



















































