Russ, our regular vet and friend, came and checked her out. He put on the long glove, cleaned her up, palpated her and immediately said, "It's uterine torsion." That means that her uterus has twisted and there's no way the calf can come out.
Russ let my sons and me feel her, too. I guess we'll all be ready next time we need to make a diagnosis.
Russ said that the new vet in their clinic - it was his first week - was coming. He said, "Don't tell him it's uterine torsion! We'll let him make the diagnosis."
Nick came with his fiancee Karen, who's also a vet. He felt around and made the correct diagnosis. We all cheered.
They told me how you correct a uterine torsion. You turn the cow around, while holding the uterus in place, and it effectively untwists her uterus.
It took some figuring deciding which way was the untwist direction. My dad went to get a long board to brace the calf/uterus part of her.
The vets gave her a bottle of calcium through a needle in her neck to help her in her muscle recovery.
Note - the cow was right by the road. Kris said he didn't want to chase her into the barn earlier because she was weak. So, by this time quite a crowd had gathered. Friends, strangers, family members ... the uterine torsion show is on!
Kris, my dad, and the vets started turning her while holding the board in place. She didn't resist.
Nick palpated her afterward and ... it had turned! We were all so happy.
So, a happy ending to the story! With all its twists and turns. Or, fixing them.