The newborn child

Danielle lay on a bed covered in straw, her face contorted in pain as she pushed with all her might. Cyrus sat beside her, holding her hand and offering words of encouragement. The room was dimly lit by candles, casting eerie shadows on the rough stone walls. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood. “Just a bit more, Danielle. Just a bit more.” Cyrus was continuously encouraging her while she was pushing.

A midwife and a few other women crowded around Danielle, attending to her needs and preparing for the arrival of the baby. They had little to work with in terms of medical equipment or pain relief, relying on their knowledge and experience to guide them through the process. “Just a few more pushes, my lady.” The elderly woman spoke to Danielle while making it easy for her to push. She was yelling in pain which no doubt was excruciating.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Danielle let out a final scream as her baby boy emerged into the world. The midwife quickly cut th