Matilda went first -- thoughtful woman that she is, as well as the most experienced ewe. We had two first-time mothers this season so I appreciated Tilly's "demo" for them. Matilda being super mom had to do triplets of course. And fast. I went to get her bucket of warm water with molasses after the second one, and by the time I came back she had plopped the third lamb and was cleaning him.
The next day Lena went into labor. She was nice and did this during normal business hours. But she was a first-time mother carrying (it turned out) two 9-pounders, so I got my friend Roberta out of her sick bed to help pull the lambs. We also had a few folks visiting that morning. They arrived just as Lena was b-a-a-ing at the top of her lungs, Roberta was yelling "Push! Push!" and I was hollering "You can do it! You can do it!" And we did it. And then we all sat in the muck exhilarated and exhausted. Our guests got more than they wanted to see but nobody was paying any attention to them anyway.
Next came Blossom's preemie. Blossom got butted and went into early labor and the little lambie was born and almost died in between my barn checks every two hours. She was comatose when I found her. I warmed her up and fed her colostrum with a dropper because her little jaws were clenched so tight. That night she slept on my chest, and then she moved into a straw-lined plastic tote on top of an oil-filled radiator. She graduated from there to a play pen in the living room, with barn visits during the day. Now she is a big girl, living in the barn and running around with the other lambs. I am still bottle feeding her, and she loves the times when she gets to sit on my lap and have her head scratched. I remind her that she is not alone. That she has a mommie like everyone else, just that her mommie doesn't live in the barn. Her real mother is kind to her but when the little one came into the house, her smell changed. So Blossom doesn't recognize her as her daughter. But they seem to know they have some kind of bond, because I often see them sitting close to each other.
Marsha's labor was smooth,also during normal business hours -- these girls really listen to me! But I sure was not expecting triplets. Just as I sat down, after the twins came, to have a small celebration that lambing season was done, I looked over and she was pushing out a third hoof and a nose! Two sweet girls and a boy she has.
So, we are done, done, done! Thankfully. And all the little ones will go to good farms -- hopefully!