Well last night we had another rough night. One of our smaller does tried to give birth but she was just too small and the kid was just too big. My husband and I fought with trying to get it out for 2 hours. It was head first but feet were underneath not pointed forward. When we finally got the head out nothing else would happen. We had to watch the baby hang out and suffer. My hubby was so upset. We thought we should out them bothe down but waited for another hour and tried to pull again. We finally were able to pull the kid out. It was so traumatic. The kid was huge and of course dead. Mom seems to be recovering but is screaming this morning. I think she's looking for a kid. I sure hope kidding season will turn out better for me and be over soon. I am enjoying my 9 little playful things but the stress is killing me. My husband was on the barn floor praying last night that he would not have to end their lives to keep them from suffering. That really bothers him. He said God I don't ask for much but please let me get this kid out. Of course there was no vet around at the time.