I arrived at the
neighbor’s house late at night and rushed into the spacious backyard, where I
found the tired mother in the final agonizing stage of labor. In the next few
minutes, the tense atmosphere shattered, replaced by a whirl of activity. The
baby fell to the ground, covered in dirt, unmoving. As it lay there, I
hurriedly removed the bloody amniotic sac from its small face to allow it to breathe.
Its damp body, white as new paper, shivered hard despite the warm summer night.
My mom dashed to
the house for some soft towels. When she returned, we worked quickly to dry and
warm the frail newborn. The baby girl’s shallow breaths became strained and
wheezy; panicking, Mom urgently called a friend for instructions. Armed with
new knowledge, we cleared the baby’s tiny nostrils, sterilized the umbilical
cord area, and recorded her weight.
Back with her exhausted
but joyful mother, the precious baby would not nurse. I left them alone
together while I cleaned up the disgusting, gooey placenta. Soon after I
completed my task, the adorable infant became an expert at nursing. I wanted to
name this baby alpaca ‘Starlight’ because she was born under the stars; however
her owners named her ‘Daisy’ instead. My first amazing experience birthing an
alpaca showed me how much God sustains and cares for His creatures.
Second Autobiographical Incident
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