“We need to make this as easy on her as possible. If she’s too weak, she might not make it through labor—or the kits won’t survive.” The next hour was fraught with nerve-wracking intensity. Dr. Edwards worked carefully, monitoring the rabbit’s every breath as the small, fragile lives inside her fought to enter the world.
Allan hovered, hands clenched into fists, feeling powerless. Then, at last, the first tiny form appeared—a newborn kit, pink and barely the size of a thumb. Then another. And another. Five in total. Dr. Edwards quickly ensured each was breathing, their tiny bodies pressed together for warmth. The mother trembled but managed to nuzzle them weakly.