Mama Is the Village Midwife.

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“Push, Hannah! One more good push!” The young woman on the blanket is drenched in sweat, and near fainting with fatigue, but she manages one more hard push, and out slithers a small, bloody bundle.

My mother is the village midwife. This year, I am fourteen, and old enough to help her, as she makes her rounds in the countryside all around our village. It is a difficult, challenging task, but the joys are worth it.

“Is the fire ready, Ruthie?” Mama asks quietly. “I don’t think we’ll need it, but best to have it…”

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