We had another crash. No, not Benny – he's on the top of the world!
At the 4 a.m. feeding this morning, I was greeted by Benny, maaa-ing loudly for his bottle as soon as he saw me. But Jet stayed curled up in the straw instead of popping up to try for a teat. That surprised me; then Annabelle's actions concerned me. She was talking to him, telling him in an urgent murmur to "Get up and eat," something I hadn't heard her do since the day the lambs were born. Then she walked over and pawed at Jet. He did get up, but just stood there. I thought back to Benny's midnight feeding. I vaguely remembered Jet not nursing and thinking that for once he was full….
What could be wrong? What should I do about it? I called Rick on my cell phone, and he didn't think any immediate action needed to be taken . . . but then again he was groggy from sleep. At least Jet wasn't shivering, and his expression was still bright. I finished feeding Benny and went back to bed, praying earnestly that God would intervene in a little lamb's life once again.
There was no change in Jet at Benny's first daylight feeding. Rick tried to pass a feeding tube on Jet before leaving for his first appointment; that didn't go well. Based on his rattly breathing afterwards I was pretty sure we got some milk replacer in Jet's lungs. I spent some time swinging him vigorously, and then scrounged up some Vetrimycin 200 and gave him a sub-q shot of that. He wouldn't suck on the bottle; he wouldn't swallow any NutriDrench; he showed no interest in approaching Annabelle. There was no change at Benny's next two bottle feedings, except that I got Jet to swallow a tiny bit of NutriDrench at the second one. Swallowing seemed to be uncomfortable; his breathing had cleared up but he was shivering a little. I left him curled up in a sunbeam, thankful for the sun's assistance and praying that it would last awhile.
When we got back from Brian's violin lesson I warmed Benny's bottle and headed down, wondering what I would find.