I’m currently watching April the 15 year old giraffe wander awkwardly around her pen in Harpursville, New York. She is in labour, and any minute now I may get to see a 6 foot, 150 lb baby get delivered and drop 8 feet to the ground. Every now and again I have a flashback to the delivery room – a hand reaches over and feeds April some treats (ice chips) or medication (PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON!!!). Reading the comments from fellow viewers I realize it takes a village. Even if that village is a chat room full of trolls and David Attenborough fans.
My wife just dropped an elbow on me for comparing her to a giraffe. Be fair, the floor in the hospital wasn’t covered in wood chips.
Watching this really makes me think of the wonders off life. How do Giraffes even get pregnant? How does a pregnant giraffe make it through 15 months of gestation without a back massage or hoof rub? How on earth does a baby giraffe survive that fall??? Welcome to the world! *thud*
It makes me thankful we had the birthing experience we did – it could have been much worse.
Good luck April. The next few hours are going to be rough, but then you get to take care of your newborn. That’ll be rough too… but it gets better!!
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