I'm not quite sure what sort of late-pregnancy induced insanity possessed me to go searching on Craigslist for a goat in milk just shy of two weeks from my looming due date. We have talked about keeping goats for milk ever since we moved here, but the timing and our lack of experience seemed to always have us rationally deciding on saving that step for "next year."
But sometimes it's only the irrational actions that actually lead to progress.
And the fact that I found a sweet couple who needed to (but didn't really want to) sell their experienced milking goat for a very reasonable price.
Which found my husband driving our car to a small town 45 minutes away with no cell service the day before (unbeknownst to me) I would go into labor. He made it back with our new Nigerian dwarf goat, Spring, in the back hatch that late afternoon day.
The next morning found me in the hospital, and my poor husband rushing back home for a bit to finish building a milking stanchion, and to get Spring milked properly before returning to be at my side.
Certainly everyone (ourselves included) thought we were nuts. We're used to that, though, and it is probably true that the timing could not have been any worse! It is truly my life lesson - that I am not in control of as much as I'd like to be. When babies decide to enter this world is a mystery even to the most trained scientists. And when goats decide to appear into your life is one too, as far as I'm concerned.
But nevermind all the drama that led to this very day. For today, I have the sweetest, most mild and gentle angel baby in my arms, and a happy, productive goat with a spring in her step just outside my window.