Lost again in Puffy Butts

It has been a wild week here at the farm... Last Friday as my CD Player did not wish to work outside (Yes CD Player)I was forced to clean the barn with only the wind howling in my ears. I heard horrible teeth grinding in the girls barn. After checking who was standing next to me I soon found out my sweet little bottle girls (Wynonna and Goldie) are expecting. O.K. Grace had a melt down. Yep, the kind that you see toddlers doing with little effort but can make the world stop in it's tracks. After a good fit (arms waving in the air, kicking a feeder dish across the barn and sorted other childish behavior I looked at them looking at me as if to say "Mom, WTF".... I went to the house composed myself and went back out to the barn. I constructed the two kidding jugs (pens to keep them safe) and then went looking for the other goat girls. After pulling up tails and checking teats I think it is only the two who are with babies. I put the two in the jugs and then tried to figure out how this happened. Again, yes I know how it happens but I have no idea how it happened.... So what does this mean for the farm. First I would have never bred these girls because they are too small and just not ready to be mommies. But no choice I get on this so then I was thinking how little they will be since their mommies are so little - my gosh I will need to use the puppy bottles in an emergency. Lucky for me I have those and I have the goat milk formula... However, I would ask that everyone sends out a prayer that all will be well and that they become excellent mothers... You know Gracee - planning for the worst.. So this gal has been on two hour watches around the clock since last Friday so you now know why I have not written. I can hardly place one foot in front of another but this is what I do. So send good vibes my way we are going to need it...