God laughed

I told my MIL that I hope I never have to assist in a goat's labor. God laughed.

On Thursday morning I am fixing up a path I made (through the woods to get to the chickens easier)that got destroyed in the downpour. I see my favorite goat Delilah in labor. I carry her over to where I want her to give birth. Labor goes on for 20 more minutes. I bring Moonbeam in to watch the miracle of life. She asks how a baby is going to fit. I explain the joy and how on day it will happen to her. If only I had a camera for the look on her face.
The sack starts to come out, it breaks, fluid all down my legs. After a few pushes I realize to kid is not in the proper birthing position. I send Moonbeam in for the computer. This whole time I am freaking out. The Internet says to stick your hand in and try to reposition the kid. So I do it. No idea how to do it so I give up. Baby still wrong, gooey hand and Goat screaming in labor. The kid's head is out with one foot. I clean out the nose and mouth. Kid starts shaking its head. I cry some more afraid I will lose them both. Finally I wait until a contraction and just pull the baby out.
Beautiful black and white kid. Delilah does all the rest just like a mom should. As soon as she figure out why this kid is trying to drink her milk!
All in all a pretty good day