The German Midwife Novels & Stories

I know she still wants a boy. “Ha… Thank you…” Conor said with a sigh. “That does concern me though…” Like a lot… “I know Conor. But Bertha came highly recommended from Robert and two other doctors I have been able to speak with. She is the leading midwife of the aristocracy and of Mazifik in general. She has over forty years of experience, so Karen is in the best hands when it comes to prenatal care.” Bart said walking over to Joanne and Conor. He sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve been trying to learn as much as I can so when we go home I will be able to care for her myself.”

the woman in white ordered, "except you two. I'll use you as my attendants." One of the physicians puffed out his chest. "What gives you the right to…" "Leave!" The woman's voice seemed to echo in everyone's mind. In a calmer tone she added. "I'm the only midwife she needs." All the attendants filed out in turn leaving the strange midwife and her two attendants to care for the Empress. Zephyra was both concerned by the woman's commanding presence and relieved that the circus had left her bedchamber. She opened her mouth to speak, but was overtaken by the urge to push. She released a guttural grunt instead.

She knew she had to perform her duty. “We should let the king know about it soon before those gossipy maids do it first,” the midwife said to Termla. “Bring the child and walk slowly behind me.” Termla did as she was told. The midwife went before her to the passage where the maids had gathered with their heads together whispering. When they saw her they immediately stopped talking and disbanded with their heads bowed. The midwife looked at them with disgust. “You have better things to do than to stand around gossiping. Go and clean your queen, clean the room, air it and wash all the towels!”

“E — excuse me? What did you say?” “Oh.” The old woman seemed to be as startled as I was. And as she spoke, I could feel how she was treading lightly as she spoke to me. “I assumed you knew, dear. It’s just that… as old as I am it’s easy for me to spot a pregnant lady even through these bad eyes of mine. I’m not only a shaman, but I’m also a midwife. And seeing that you’re almost, hmmm — maybe close to your 2nd trimester, I thought you knew.”

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.

- I ask exasperated hitting my fists on the wall next to me, which not only caused a bang but also created a hole in it. - Elisa decided to be born the moment we entered the hideout- Elisabeth takes a deep breath-- I was lucky to have a healer among those who were coming here, she helped me at the time of delivery. Soon after we heard screams of terror and I was too tired to help, after all Elisa took a lot of work to be born- she gave a weak smile, letting more tears fall- the midwife helped me come here carrying me on her back, she said that she would try to help the others who were with us, I tried to stop her, I begged her not to go, but she left even with my protests - she closed her ey