The German Midwife Novels & Stories

he said, pointing to a flyer listing the names of doctors. "Dr. Maria, Sp. Obstetric gynecology?" I asked in surprise while looking at dr. Hedra. "Yes, obstetrician, Chances you are pregnant, but to be sure you have to be examined. Or, use a test pack first, if you can," he explained. "What!? Rani is pregnant!? Shouted Mas Suma immediately stood up and came over to me. He pulled me into his arms. And, ... "Stop! Suma, you don't know yourself, I'm still here!" Dr. Hendra protested.

That was why I decided to go to a nearby village to seek the advice of a midwife. The journey was long and arduous, but I finally reached the village where the midwife lived. I approached her quietly and explained my situation. The midwife was understanding and welcoming, and she invited me to sit down in her small, dimly lit room. "So, tell me, what brings you here today?" the midwife asked kindly. "I am pregnant," I replied softly, "and I want to know when my babies will be born." The midwife nodded and began to examine me, pressing her hands on my belly and asking me questions about my pregnancy. After some time, she looked up at me and smiled.

I overheard the nurse telling the midwife I push as I could. I scream out as I use my strength to push out the baby Soon I heard a cry of a baby ,The midwife gave the baby to a nurse who left with him I felt the urge again to push I tighten my fist "Push Mrs Asher,I know you can do it"The midwife encourage I push out the second baby I laid weakly on the bed They took the other baby to clean him up The midwife remove the placenta and clean me up. I was transferred to a private ward but still no sign of Asher or the babies.

She keeps mumbling something to herself until she turns back to me and pales. The midwife grabs my hand and holds it tightly as if her life depended on that grip. "Oh, I'm sorry, my Queen, I didn't think." Before I can understand if something went wrong, she sinks to her knees and cries out. "I'll be more careful with my words in the future." "You didn't say anything wrong, believe me. I'm just shocked."

I was feeling depressed and disoriented, and I began to wonder if this was the end of the world as I understood it. It was "all right, you've got enough time." "Push, you weak woman," she yelled an order at him from behind him. I gathered all of my strength and attempted it once more. I was successful. I, on the other hand, became exhausted very quickly. It would never happen, at least not in our modern world. After that, I made a promise to myself that I would never do it again. "I believe you will be able to pull this off," the midwife said. "Don't be a whining woman," the midwife advised. She was a ruthless individual.

she whispered to the other midwives. “All babies are different, maybe she’s calmed down now.” Another responded, moving towards the Luna, my mother to check on her. “....No…she’s gone…” The elderly midwife muttered. “The Luna is dead!” “It is not possible, this cannot be.” The one holding me said, as she looked down at me. My eyes began dilating to a shade of light violet. “She’s cursed!” She screamed and tossed me out of her arms as if I was some sort of a parasite. The elder midwife caught me just in time before I fell.

Her ice-blonde hair was swept back into a tight bun, her emerald eyes glinting with so much happiness as she held him. Her lips curled into a perfect smile. “Thank you for your service, Aurelia. But it's quite unfortunate that this will be your last day on earth.” My heart stopped. I blinked, trying to comprehend what she had just said. But then a sudden, wet gurgling sound snapped my head to the other side. The midwife’s eyes were wide open as she gasped for breath. Her throat had been slit clean across, and her blood sprayed everywhere as she crumpled to the floor.

The fabric had crept forward, wrapping around my ankles. “It’s not time to call Ethan,” she said quietly, but with a firmness that chilled me. “It’s time to call the midwife.” Pain struck hard across my back and into my stomach. My breath caught. Warm fluid ran between my legs. No time. The house filled with hurried footsteps, short commands, hushed panic. Curtains were drawn, but I knew the noise would reach the neighbors. I lay on the bed, sweat pouring down my face. The midwife—a wrinkled woman from the village—examined me with a mix of fear and disbelief.

I stammered, feeling breathless. "Hold on ma'am. Please try to steady your breaths, we're here for you." She assured me. They held both of my hands and led me slowly to the bed. My handmaiden Kira knelt beside me, clutching my hands. "Raise your legs ma'am." The midwife said, I did as I was instructed.

“She’s that good.” The midwife lived twenty minutes from Cora’s old place, in a terraced house with a green door and a small plaque beside it that just said her first name and Independent Midwifery Practice. Wren stood outside it for a full minute before she knocked. The woman who opened the door was somewhere in her sixties. She had short hair, reading glasses pushed up on her head, the kind of direct eye contact that meant she’d seen everything and wasn’t going to pretend otherwise.