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Deep in the Forest

“Mommy? Will supper be ready soon? I’m hungry!” Voiced my daughter, tapping my hip and looking up at me with curious eyes as I turned to respond.

I wore a simple, brown skirt with a matching top and toiled away at the counter, preparing a hearty but easy to make stew for my full home. I was pregnant with my 9th child, probably overdue-not like I would know anyway. We were too far out to go to a doctor or midwife. I had lived in this small cottage nestled in the forest since I was a little girl. Initially living with my grandmother, though she died when I was a teen. I’d still be alone if it wasn’t for the rare hikers, traders, salesmen, loggers, and any others who happened to pass by the cottage. Nearly every one of them left a gift with me, a baby. My oldest was now becoming a man-he did most of the hunting and repairs-increasingly doing more as my pregnancy progressed. My youngest was almost a year old, and I had 6 others between the two. We were very independent, making our own clothes, tools-hunting and gathering our own food, even growing a couple vegetables, collecting our own water from the clear stream nearby. I turned toward my daughter, rubbing my swollen belly gently over the drab blouse and smiling.

“Not long now sweetie. Why don’t you get your brother?” I suggested, seeing him work tirelessly by a pile of logs, splitting wood for the fireplace.

The rest of my kids inside, as they were instructed to do when the sun began to set. My oldest daughter, just under my son, rounding the younger ones up and ushering them to the table. Handing me the baby after I finished dishing out bowls for everyone, nestling her in my arms and by my chest. I gently undid the homemade buttons on the top of my blouse, letting her feed while I took a seat to eat from my bowl. Looking over my large family, seeing my son walk in with my daughter, both finding their seats. We said grace, everyone digging into their bowls and talking with each other. Pressing a soft kiss on the baby’s head as she suckled hungrily. I was cherishing these last couple weeks, knowing my son would go out and try to get a well-paying job in town soon. Promising to return with money for us and a wife of his own, though I didn’t push him to do anything, wanting him to explore his own life.

“So how was everyone’s day?” I asked to the table, getting a variety of answers. Seeing the kids giggle at each other’s jokes and occasionally getting rowdy, which both my oldest daughter and I corrected. Everyone finished within a half hour, and the task of getting everyone to bed was next. Luckily my oldest two helped with that while I did dishes, scrubbing each one along with the utensils in the basin. One of the rare times I had to myself, in quiet. However it didn’t last long, since I of course had to kiss everyone goodnight. Passing from bed to bed, pressing a kiss on a cheek and hugging each child. We only had two bedrooms, with one rooming 7 of 8 children regularly, save for the baby who stayed in mine in a bassinet. Though I let two share my bed every night, on a rotating basis so everyone was given the opportunity to have a break from the stuffiness of the other bedroom. Thankfully it was my two oldest tonight, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the normal rowdiness and refusal to sleep. After ensuring everything was taken care of, I entered the room and changed into a simple nightie I had sewn to accommodate my swollen form, then placing the baby in the bassinet by the bed. Slipping into the small bed, followed by my two oldest. My daughter blowing out the candle before they both rolled toward me, on their sides as I laid on my back, feeling my son gently push up my nightie, exposing my bare belly to rub. My daughter joining his hand not long after. With them resting a head on either breast, nestling in.

“Goodness Mother..the baby’s really low no?” My son whispered, looking up a little from his resting spot on my breast.

I looked back down, chuckling softly.

“Oh believe me, I don’t need to be reminded. But yes, I think the little one will be here pretty soon.” I muttered, gently rubbing each of my children’s heads, slowly running my hand through their hair.

I sighed softly as the baby was dramatically stretching to one side, causing my belly to lean heavily towards my son. The constant stretching and kicking causing quite a bit of discomfort, along with the pressure on my bladder. Feeling him trace the baby’s small foot, smiling at such an intimate moment with his unborn sibling. My daughter focusing on doing wide, gentle rubs by the base of my belly to try and soothe the muscles of my pelvis. She was practically a midwife, attending and helping with every birth of mine that she could remember. I even encouraged her to try and find a job in the profession when she got a little older. Knowing her natural beauty would be sure to get her a supportive husband quickly. They both fell asleep relatively quickly, a hand on either side of my belly and tired from the days work. As much as I tried, I got nearly none. Sweating and achy the whole night, looking up at the ceiling restlessly. By the time I finally fell asleep, I felt myself being woken up hardly an hour later as the two stirred, stretching and waking me up. After some yawning and good morning kisses, we got up and started to get ready for the morning. I took the baby, breastfeeding her and walking around the house. Making breakfast and distributing a meal for every child. The baby in my womb felt especially low today, weighing me down and making me feel perpetually groggy. Much slower to tend to house chores, looking to spend as much time stretching and sitting down instead of dealing with my full house. My daughter thankfully helping, rounding up the little ones as I spent time alone in my bedroom. The heat was starting to get to me, and I stripped before long. Briefly gazing in the worn down mirror I had by the closet, seeing how swollen I looked. Turning sideways to marvel at how my bump seemed to almost point down. The baby in my arms especially hungry this morning, frequently feeding for long intervals for the rest of the day. I had never had a labor and birth shorter than 2 days, so I wasn’t expecting fast progress. The pains just slowly growing, shifting to my wide hips as I groaned. Before I knew it night fell, and my oldest son finally checked on me, opening the door slowly and calling for me. His eyes widening at the sight, seeing me entirely nude and in a half squat to alleviate the pressure. His youngest sibling comfortably nestled in my arms, suckling. I briefly acknowledged him, but required his help to move. He approached and took my arm, gently guiding me out to the kitchen. My daughter had cooked dinner, and I found a warm meal waiting for me at the table. The other kids mostly unphased, knowing this is what I tended to do when getting close to having a baby. But the youngest were a little confused, reassured by the others. After eating the family dispersed, and I got a quick but enjoyable massage from my oldest daughter before going to stretch and breathe more, heading to bed early. Actually able to get some sleep, but woken up by my daughter bringing in my two youngest, other than the baby. I let out a deep sigh, knowing this would be a rowdy night. It took forever to get them to finally settle down, but even in sleep they were energetic. Feeling restless knees push into my belly all night, keeping the baby inside awake and stirring my bladder, kicking wildly. I got absolutely no sleep, and found the sun rising before I even had a minute of rest. The pain had built quite a lot, making me feel almost immobile. Luckily my oldest were ready to help in the morning, escorting out the little ones and helping me outside to relieve myself in the grass. Carrying my baby as usual, letting her feed again. Getting into a low squat, and slowly peeing after letting the weight shift. My son keeping a hand on my shoulder, quietly waiting for me to finish. When I did, he helped me up. But a more brazen pain radiated throughout me, causing me to pause as I rested against his chest. I let out an awkward, shaky groan and my eyes widened, followed by the familiar but still odd sensation of water breaking.

A rush of warm, flowing liquid running down my son’s lower stomach and crotch, completely soaking him. I leaned more against his body, shuddering at the feeling. He just silently looked at me, knowing exactly what happened. Not needing any explanation as he slowly helped me toward the house. I was only able to take slow steps, waddling along with an awkward, wide gait as some of the kids notice. All telling each other, and watching as I entered the home. I mostly stayed to myself, standing and propping my hands against the counter for the next few hours. My daughter occasionally rubbing my back or helping with stretches. Eventually I felt the downward movement of my baby, quivering in pain and trying to breathe deeply and evenly. Spreading my legs and going into a slight squat, feeling more intense contractions trying to get the baby out of me. Everything was incredibly slow, and it was another few hours before any sign of the baby even showed. A pair of feet just barely peeking out.

“B..breech? Of course..” I muttered shakily, feeling the unique sensation of a breech birth. I had only had one before, and it was quite long and painful, even for a birth.

Feeling the small toes gave me some relief, smiling as the baby shifted a little. An hour or so later the legs descended, enough so that the sex could be determined. Everything above the hips still stuck inside me. My daughter mentioning it, smiling as she grasped my arm gently.

“It’s a boy Mother!” She said excitedly, giggling a little and kissing my cheek. It would only be my third boy, something which I’m sure my sons would enjoy. Trying to push more for the next few hours as the sun set and bedtime came, though finding no progress. Feeling a rough tug from one of my younger girls on one of the legs sticking out, causing the baby to dramatically kick and painfully move inside me. I went to correct her with an angered face, but thankfully my oldest daughter pulled her away, teaching her it was wrong. I was forced to move around and tend to house chores with the baby hanging below me, the small legs kicking occasionally. Seeing my younger son giggle as a soft stream hit the floor. I looked down to see the baby already peeing, the pressure from the position forcing out the liquid. I smiled and rubbed my son’s head before helping to usher everyone to bed. I stayed in the living room, laboring all night and trying to muffle my voice with a rag, stuffing it between my teeth. Moaning constantly into the cloth, screaming when the worse pains hit. Slowly the baby descended, my lips holding back the head as the neck and below hung between my legs. Nothing more happened for the night, with the sun rising and the kids leaving their rooms to find me in a half squat, my hands clutching a chair each. Exhausted, sweating, and in extreme pain. It didn’t take long, however, before the baby’s head finally slipped free. The limp, soaking body sliding out quickly and falling to the hardwood floor with a loud plop, making a wet mess as it hit the ground. I went to bend down, nearly passing out and taking a moment to recover. Slowly wrapping my hands around the newborn boy and bringing him to my chest with a relieved sigh. My full house gathering around, all looking in wonder as their baby brother was brought into this world.

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The women did not hide their bellies, as it was often seen as a sense of pride. It was proof they were wanted by someone, even if they would never be married. No man would marry a servant, especially after she had given birth to another man’s brat. They would lay with her, but the only thing they would give her would be a swollen womb and a painful childbirth.

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