Mustang Saga

Look at that cute, kissable nose...

So last night, after I discovered the white milk, I had a bit of a panic-stricken moment. What have I gotten myself into? I'm not ready for a baby, I have no need for a baby, what if things go wrong, what if I don't have enough time to train all these horses, what if this and what if that? Etc, etc. Wow, it really felt like a nightmare, this feeling that I'm in over my head. I think I remember feeling that way with my own kids. At least with Katia. I had the freakiest nightmares when I brought her home, all about inadequacy in parenting, or horrible accidents leaving her or my niece (who was 9 months old) dead. These feelings must be perfectly natural. But not much fun...

She spent a pretty quiet night, and was happy to be let out and fed this morning. Her teats were kind of shiny, coated a bit with milk, but the drips you could see hanging there were hard, not wet, so I couldn't check to see if the milk is sticky or what... I figure if it dries shiny it must have some sugar to it. But that's about all I could see that was different about her.

Oh, I did try the hill trick yesterday after it looked like the baby had slipped back down out of position again. Stood her on a hill (luckily it had grass to keep her occupied) with her butt in the air to give the baby room to get situated and moved back into place. There was a definite change in her shape after I did that.