It was Sunday afternoon. I was inside resting on the couch and watching a movie. I had undergone major surgery two weeks prior to that afternoon, so I felt justified in my sloth - allowing my body to recuperate and mend. My husband Steve was out in the pasture getting ready to mow an outlying pasture that we intended to fence for future alpaca residence. Fortunately, Steve decided to put out hay before mowing, and noticed a small black figure in the female pasture. As he approached the cria, he was almost sure that it was already dead - lying so still on its side. But - on closer inspection he could see that the cria was breathing. So he carried it into a stall and ran into the house to call me. I sprang into action, nervously checking the cria and searching for the bottle that we had purchased last year - where was that !@#&@#! bottle! Our vet, Doug Davenport, was not on call - drats! I got ahold of his emergency answering service, and after a few false starts spoke with his associate. She got ahold of Doug, and he agreed to examine the cria at his home/clinic in Brooksville. So we bundled the little thing up and made the hour drive to Doug’s house. I had some powderered colostrum that I had mixed up and was carefully squirting down the cria’s throat with a small syringe. The cria, a true black female, was too weak to suck and laid limply in my lap.
Doug gave our little one a plasma transfusion at his office and examined her. Although dehydrated, she still put up some resistance to the catheter being injected into her side - a very good sign. Doug advised us to give the little one whole cow’s milk every 2 hours around the clock. Her survival would depend on getting enough nourishment to prevent dehydration and allow her to grow and develop enough to stand and nurse on her own. At the same time we needed to milk her dam, Lady Sadie, so that her milk would come in, and not dry up before the cria was strong enough to nurse.
I forgot all about recovering from my own surgery, and invested myself in saving this little cria’s life. We checked on her dam, and allowed the dam to sniff and lick her cria - encouraging as much bonding as possible. At fist Lady was not very interested - this little one did not appear viable to her. I took the cria inside for her first night - we have a screened porch off of our bedroom that became the nursery for those first 3 crucial days. Then began the 2 hour vigil of squirting milk slowly down the cria’s throat with a syringe, little by little, waiting for the cria to swallow between each small squirt. It is a very tedious process that requires much patience on the part of the owner. If you squirt too much it just comes back up. I slept very little for those first two days.
Miraculously the cria tried to stand up on Monday. Her little legs were so wobbly that they wouldn’t sustain her at first. She could get up on her knees - but not to her feet. We helped to steady her, and then just kept getting milk into her as best we could. She developed diarreha by the second evening, so I had to begin diluting the milk.
By Tuesday another miracle occured - our cria stood on her own! We kept Lady, her dam, in a stall with her during the day for bonding purposes. As soon as the cria could stand, we noticed a difference in Lady’s behavior. She began to encourage the cria and nose it up - like she would a full term and healthy cria. With help, the cria could lift her head up to Lady’s teats - although she was still too weak to actually suckle.
On Wednesday, the cria took her first steps - and actually sucked her mother’s teats for the first time. I still had to help her balance and hold her up long enough to find the milk - but she was on her way to success with nursing.
By Thursday we had a name for the cria - Shaka’s Shadow - and she was able to nurse on her own. I still supplemented her with milk, but she was definitely getting some of her mom’s milk. We began giving Lady some domperidone to boost her milk supply so that our little one would gain and thrive on mother’s milk alone.
Today is Sunday - Shadow is one week old. She is now obtaining all of her nutrition from her mother, and following her around from stall to pasture. I have seen her run a few steps after her mother in her effort to keep up. Her bottom two teeth have fully errupted, and her ears are no longer floppy - two tell-tale signs of her premature birth. I now fullyexpect Shado
w to not only live, but thrive. Stay tuned as we move into Shadow’s second week of life.