Life in the mountains to the tune of Bluegrass: An injured baby Fawn we found today

Today started off really busy and I was trying to get everything done that I wanted to do when my best friend Gail Williams called to invite the grand kids and me to go on a short 4 wheeler ride. John came in and was adamant that the kids have to wear a helmet which is beyond me why suddenly he's decided this is important. I was so upset because the older kids don't want to have to wear one and so I told them I didn't know if I was going to go or not. Then the kids wanted to go badly enough that they were willing to wear the helmets so I decided I'd get over it and go too. Part of my reason was I had so much to do but the main part of my reason was that I was upset at John for being so demanding on the kids wearing a helmet when he's never been that way before. But anyway as it went I decided to go ahead and go.
I was hurrying up to get out the door cause Gail had called and said they were headed for the ride within 15 minutes. So off we went 7 kids on 5 different 4 wheelers and we headed up the trail behind the Limehouse's house. We had no sooner turned up that trail when we came across this baby deer just 2 days old laying sprawled out in the middle of the trail and obviously listless and not doing well.
There was no mother in sight and this little guy was only a few hours away from death. Gail picked him up and began rubbing his tummy and stroking his neck then she even gave the little guy mouth to mouth. Pretty soon he was bellowing and making sounds of distress, but was pretty weak so we loaded the little guy onto the 4 wheeler with Gail holding him and one of her grand kids driving.
Lucky for us we have two Veterinarians living right here on our mountain and this baby deer was found on their property right behind their house. We went straight there and they examined him then gave him some naturapathic medicines to help ease the shock, and then we sat out on their porch as they examined him some more.
He had one eye that was cloudy and full of dirt and several small bites near his eyes on his head but the main injuries were to his front legs. We could see that he was skinned up pretty bad there and had some chunks of skin and fur missing near his front leg joints. They had dried up already so it had to have happened a little bit before we got there.
The Limehouse's gave him an IV of fluids right away to help with shock and dehydration too. Then we fixed a surgical glove with a hole in one of the fingers and put some canned milk along with a little cooking oil into the bottle, and hooked the glove over the top of the opening and tried to get the little guy to eat. After a few tries he did actually take some milk.
Gail took him home and put him into a playpen bed in her bedroom and covered him up to keep him warm and quiet and the little guy just laid there like a cute little baby. We tried to see if he could stand up but he was too weak to get up on his legs and we noticed that he would tip his head as if there was some brain damage there too.
Tonight the Limehouse's picked up a baby bottle and some goats milk which is supposed to be the closest to a deers milk then they went over to examine the little guy again tonight and he's doing ever so slightly better, but still is holding his head crookedly, so that's our biggest concern at this point.
We're just hoping that he will come out of the brain trauma and then we can nurse him back to health. Gail has nursed 2 other deer when her kids were young but it's been over 20 years since she last did that. The one deer she did that to years ago became pretty tame and would even be in her house when it came around. It would even go to the door when it needed to go to the bathroom, and even though she'd turned it loose when it could survive on it's own it would come back and come right into their house.
Finally it stayed outside and was a regular deer. This one is a little buck and only 2 days old so the poor thing is lucky to be alive. We're lucky to have the Limehouse's living here to help the little fella.