... Then you go home and you realize that that pregnant alpaca that you were really worried about, that you had actually almost written off in your mind because you weren't sure if she was going to be able to successfully birth her cria, the one that you actually figured might not make it through labor -- you realize that that alpaca is trying to give birth, and there's a nose out, and you realize that she and the cria just might make it after all?
... And she looks at you, and literally ASKS for help, making this little high-pitched noise and following you around and telling you that, no, she can't do it on her own and something is wrong --
... And so you help her get the head out, and it's gasping, like they do when they're healthy, and it seems fine and you think she should be able to get it out on her own now but no, she is still asking for help and something is still wrong --
... And so you "go in," feel around, realize that both of the front legs are folded up and tangled around each other and that this is going to be a reeeeealllllllly difficult presentation to correct --
... But the alpaca keeps asking for your help --
... So you do it?
... And you know how, when the cria is out and looks healthy and it's already trying to stand up, and the dam is exhausted but fine, and you know she's going to make it, and you are covered in bodily fluids and your arms are sore because correcting a dystocia like that is NOT easy, but you did it, and the mom and baby are safe --
You think that maybe --
It is conceivable --
That everything will be okay.
... Because if you DON'T know that feeling, that is a damn shame, because there is no better feeling in the world than that one.