So our plan for today was to get up early and head to Tyler's in Toronto for a much overdue family fun day.  We were to meet Kim, Greg, Elyssa and Alex at Tyler's and spend the day swimming and having some cheap winter fun at Tyler's condo apartment complex.  Our plans were put on hold when Doug went to the barn at 7:30 a.m. to let the horses out and noticed that Dorie seemed to be up and down and showing signs of labour.  Sure enough when he came back from the barn her water had broken and we had to wait to leave.  Lucky for us Mark was sleeping soundly and totally unaware of the drama that unfolded.  Dorie was up, then she was down, then she was up...and down.  Yikes you know where this is going.  Tissue was hanging out the back end of her and no calf in sight.  By 10:00 Doug had called our Vet Lottie and she was concerned enough to order ME to put vegetable oil on my hand and arm...yes to the armpit!!! and go looking for that calf.  It took some doing but into the stock she went and I was prepped and ready to do business.  First check and yes I could feel a mouth and teeth, and then yep one foot....but alas no other foot.  It took a bit of fishing but there it was and so we knew it was entering into the birth canal in the right position.  We had to wait for one hour and then call Lottie back.  By this time Dorie was down and feet were out.  But that was it....only feet.  There stood I with the movie camera capturing the holy event for the kids to see (seeing how we were missing out on the swimming event) and Doug was back on the phone with Lottie.  She instructed us to pull that calf out and as we approached closer there were the feet, part of the legs and a very purple, long tongue hanging out!  Holy hop Batman...its not supposed to go like that so I drop the video camera, Mark by now is up and sitting in the wagon very happily taking it all in and Poppa and I get down on our knees to time our pulling with Dorie's contractions.  Do you know how hard it is to get a grip on very slippery wet legs that have no place to grab on to.  By the time we made any progress, Dorie was grunting, I was panting and Pappa was shaking and saying "this is not looking good".  Well out comes Trouble, very blue, not moving, not breathing and not interested in living.  Yep, well Momma was not having any of that so I reached into his mouth, pulled his tongue to the side and start shaking and yelling at him to give it a go.  At last he started to pull back on his tongue and let out a cough and a bleat that showed he was still in there.  We rubbed him down with towels and Momma Dorie got up and started licking and mooing softly to him.  What a happy moment to see one happy cow, one very alive baby and a smile from ear to ear on Mark.  He was taking it all in from the sidelines and said "baby cow, baby cow, baby, cow".  Yes son it is a baby cow.  He sure was a lot of Trouble thus his name.  Here comes Trouble!