DH and a friend slept at the cabin last night and at around 8 PM came by the barn where I was still laboring over my mastitic ewe, Lily. I am leaning out of the jug where Lily is. The yearlings are in the temporary night stall in the aisle. You can see I’m looking pretty frazzled.
I don’t know why, but Lily’s teat is swollen hot and hard again. Not the udder, just the teat, which has become bulbous and heavy at the opening tip almost like a crookneck squash. It feels full of something. Not good. Along with swelling, the pain has returned, and with that Lily’s skittishness. She did not want me anywhere near that teat. When I insisted on trying to touch it, she bowled me over numerous times, once shoving past me and twisting my weak knee so badly I could only fall on my side, gasping, until I caught my breath. In the end I had to tie her up short.
I can’t get much of anything out of the teat, and what comes out is clear or faintly reddish. However, though it seemed to me I had not expressed much, after forty minutes of her kicking at my hand and jumping with discomfort the swelling had gone down enough that she lowered her head and ate her hay.
DH and Matt stopped in at this point. I was feeling tired, baffled, sore, sweaty, and pus-smeared, which accounts for my dazed look.
I don’t know what caused this resurgence of infection or what exactly to do about it. Somehow now I am feeling less certain about Lily’s future.