The German Midwife Novels & Stories

Yosef chimed in, "Let's go. Hemmy, your grandma's waiting back at the house, you know." Yosef's ride of choice? The same old RV. Once they were all aboard, Mira took a seat by Helma, her gaze heavy with worry as she eyed Helma's growing bump. "Feels like I just got back from Greenville, and Hemmy's belly's already popped more." Jade bit her lip, a storm of happiness and anxiety brewing inside her. "Everything set with the doc back home?" "All good to go. The lead midwife's a buddy of Yosef's, a big-shot gynecologist with a global reputation. Chill, not a whisper's getting out!"

I say. The nurse smiles and nods. “I’m a midwife, I’m used to it, but usually the she-wolves I attend understand what I’m doing…and don’t threaten me.” “She’s a queen,” Kane says. Apparently, that’s enough of an explanation for the midwife. She pushes the bassinet over to the bed and lifts the baby into her arms. “Look at him,” I say, trying my best to ignore my snarling wolf. “He’s so beautiful.”

"I'm here, my love. I'm here." Her fingers locked down over my fingers, surprisingly strong in a clasp. "It…hurts," she confessed, shaking voice. "I know," I whispered, brushing the wet hair out of her face. "But you're strong, Naomi. Stronger even than anyone I've ever met." The midwife, a wise, sharp-eyed older woman, moved with a quiet efficiency, issuing quiet orders to her attendants clustering about her. "Breathe, my lady," she instructed, "you're getting on beautifully."

The midwife said and Jonathan was quiet for a moment. He had never seen Emma in such a state before and he could almost see her naked. With a sigh through his lips, he turned around and walked out. Immediately, the midwife rushed to Emma and spread her legs. "Get on the bed and hold her hands. She will use you as her support." She said to Mia and the maid immediately did as told. The midwife had a bag in hand and immediately, she brought out a few herbs and squeezed some of them. She used some herbs to wipe down Emma's body while she squeezed the liquid out of those herbs and gave it to Emma.

I exhale in a breathless whoosh, clinging to him and close my eyes once more to try and find the way through what I know is only going to get worse. “I’m here, everyone except Mom and Daddy, out. You don’t need to be in here unless I call you. We have babies to deliver.” Marda the most experienced midwife of the Santo back sweeps in with authority and reassurance and despite not being able to respond to her, my heart calms a little knowing she is here. She has delivered hundreds of pups over the years, she ever delivered me. I can relax into her care and know that I’m in safe hands and she will help me through this whatever way it needs to be done.

She stops thrashing, and Lockhart looks relieved, stopping for a bit as the midwife then takes over. "I need more towels, and more water. Make sure there's someone holding her hand, this could go either way." she instructs, and the servants that approach disappear, running off to get the items she needed. I move from Lockhart's side, grabbing Isadora's sweaty yet cold hand. She looks at me for a moment, and I'm not sure if she can even see me anymore. Oh, Isadora, I think to myself, how did this happen to you? The midwife begins to talk to Lockhart, and I close my eyes, trying to control the despair hitting me. More blood leaves Isadora's body, and the servants return with a stack of black t

He fell on one of his knees and died on that spot like a warrior becoming a statue as rain fell heavily in Africa. The young woman missed her step and fell heavily on the ground and then her water broke. A female stranger who did not look like a human who was passing that route came to her rescue. She carried the pregnant woman easily as if she weighed nothing and took her quickly to her hideout nearby. She did all the necessary things like a professional midwife and got her ready for the push. "Hey woman... You have to push now or never, if you want the child to survive for you or die in you. It is determined by you, ``she had said.

She turned on her heel and began walking back down the road toward her house, her small figure quickly disappearing into the evening shadows. The village midwife was a small, compact woman with thick grey hair tied back in a neat bun and incredibly steady hands. She took one look at my pale face, the sweat soaking my collar, and the way I was leaning against the clinic’s small front desk. Without asking for paperwork or money, she immediately grabbed my arm and led me down a narrow corridor into a small, plain room in the back. There was a metal cot, a single wooden stool, and the sharp, clean smell of antiseptic.

"Just cut it out. Put me under!" "It's too late for that now, sweetheart. This baby was ready to go!" The midwife had donned gloves with the help of her assistant and was moving toward Gemma. Gemma saw her and tensed, her eyes meeting mine and giving me a look of utter terror. "You're doing great, Gem."

The midwife lifted the slick, squirming baby high, her wrinkled face breaking into a wide smile. “A gift from the goddess!” she declared, her voice carrying with reverence. And you'd think that was the end… but it was the brutal beginning.