The German Midwife Novelas e Histórias

1568—The beginning of the witch hunt “Push! Push!” The midwife barked at the pregnant woman, who has been in labor for several hours, suffering excruciating pain as she bleeds all over the sheets. “I can’t,” The pregnant woman cried, “Tear me open and take my baby out of me; I don’t think I can go on any longer.” She wept; her body was frail, and she could barely breathe, panting profusely as the other midwives held her down.

felt suspiciously unnatural. Kael followed in silence. The demon's movements were calm, but tension radiated from him. Not because he feared the midwife or what truths might be revealed—but because some ancient instinct whispered: today, something irreversible would happen. The midwife was already waiting for them. She sat in the center of the room, in her armchair, never appearing frail—rather like someone who had been battered by the world, but never defeated. Her face was wrinkled, her eyes sunken and dark, yet piercingly sharp.

The doctor looks between her and Rasmus, trying to gauge if he’ll get angry. “Oh, he’ll get angry all right” the midwife turns to the doctor “If you don’t hurry up and help me deal with his wife and child!” That snaps him into action; he pushes his glasses back up his nose and wipes the clammy shine off his bald head. I glance at the midwife; she sees me looking and rolls her eyes before offering me a reassuring smile. “Men. They’ll go to war but show ‘em the most natural blood in the world and their nerves are all aflame.” she waves her hands like ‘jazz hands’ as she pauses; assessing the situation

As if struck, her entire being shook with a force while harsh breathings left her lips, slowly she turned her head to the little bed where the mother laid, barely conscious from tiredness. "A curse!" The Midwife squealed loudly, gasping for breaths as if the air in her lungs was being sucked out while the veins on her forehead because visible. "The child is a curse!!!" She shouted, her gaze going back to the baby, she stared at it disgusted, fear and horror-struck.

“Tell him I waited…” “No!” the maid sobbed, her grip tightening. “You shall tell him yourself! You will hold your child in your arms, and you will call your husband’s name, do you hear me?” But the woman’s head lolled to the side, her mouth parted in silent prayer. Her skin, bathed in sweat, began to pale beneath the flickering firelight. The midwife felt for movement beneath her hands. Her face blanched. “The child lives,” she whispered, “but he will not last long.”

“Like when he was a baby?” “Mhm,” she smiles, but it was a melancholic one. One that harbors the memories of the past, that only she could tell. A story so raw and unfabricated, that it hurt to come out of her lips. “I was Mrs. Novair’s midwife,” she told me. “I delivered Sebastian.” I was shocked. Midwifery… so that’s why she was skilled. She practiced theories of nursing and medicine. She was in the health care field.

When Georgina lifted her, blood had already pooled around them. Fortunately, Galvin had been there for a few days and quickly treated the wound. The midwife, arranged by Adelaide, was the best in the capital. Many noble families sought her services. After Galvin tended to Melinda's forehead, she noticed something was wrong—Melinda began to bleed. Although it was Melinda's due date, the fall had complicated things. "Go and bring Luna Skye," Luna Chloe said, half out of her mind with worry, her palms sweating.

They had planned that when she will be having their child, he will be beside her, holding her hands and saying soothing words to her, encouraging her. But no! That was all a daydream. She was driven by circumstances and he was snatched away from her. The mid wife stood up and exited the room. The lady was fiddling with the hem of her top in anxiety. She turned around as soon as she heard the door creak open. "How's she? How's the child? Are.. they fine?" She bombarded her with lots of questions. "Elder Witch Simone." The midwife cut her off. "The baby and Elder Witch Eleanora are quite fine. There's no cause for worry." The midwife soothed her with her words. Simone heaved a sigh of relief.

I saw how she swallowed hardly which made me confused and scared at the same time. "J-Jenny? Where is my baby? Tell me! Why aren't you answering me?" My voice trembled. I looked at the old woman standing beside her. She is the midwife. She went out for a few moments and when she came back, she was carrying a white cloth. And I know that my baby is there. I smiled as I waited for her to come to me. I can't wait to hold my baby. "H-He is dead. When you gave birth to him, after a few minutes, he died, Nathrelya..." the midwife whispered in a trembling voice.

Mery scolded harshly. “I delivered three children normally myself,” she added coldly. As Elizabeth fought for her life, the middle-aged woman felt not a trace of compassion. “Induction only multiplies the pain, Ma’am,” the midwife shot back, glaring at Mery. She couldn’t understand. Judging by her clothes, shoes, and jewelry, Mery was clearly not poor. Yet her heart was frozen. Elizabeth no longer dared to complain. She only clenched the blanket tightly, grinding her teeth to withstand the pain.