I'm a grandma! Well, sort of.
My sheep class got a flock of 12 ewes ready to lamb. We were split into teams of 4-5 students with one team assigned to each ewe. The whole class has been rotating chores and lamb checks. Yesterday around 11 am, our ewe lambed.
Her first two lambs both came out backward - a ewe lamb and then a ram lamb. I restrained the ewe while our professor guided my teammates on pulling the lambs since she'd been in labor for about an hour without any real signs of progress. A grad student is doing a study involving artificial rearing and has been taking ram lambs from ewes with at least one other healthy lamb, so our first ram lamb went to him. Our ewe looked like she was still in labor, but we couldn't feel any lambs so our professor told us to check again in an hour. We broke for lunch and an hour later we went back in. This time I gloved up. I pulled out a ram lamb who did come out front feet first, but his head was twisted back; sadly he was still born. Admittedly, a more experienced person probably would have been able to tell and get his head in the right position, but we're not sure what exactly caused his death. On Wednesday a vet from the vet school is going to necropsy all of our dead lambs for us. After that third lamb I went back in with a clean glove just to make sure there weren't any more (not actually expecting it) and then pulled another lamb, this time a ewe coming backwards. We cleared her mouth and saw her lift her head and our whole team cheered.
We stayed around until we were sure that both of our ewe lambs had nursed and then came back later that night to tag their ears and paint the numbers on their sides.
No description of lambs is complete without pictures, so...
mom and her first two lambs ram on left, ewe on right
the first ewe lamb, a few hours after birth
Mom and the two ewe lambs
Me and the ewe I pulled when she was about 12 hours old.
It was an incredible learning experience and something I'll never forget.