A New Life in the Village

from pinterest - mother and child from the Crow Nation - photograped in 1908
from pinterest – mother and child from the Crow Nation –                                photographed in 1908

Historical Microfiction About First Nations People in the 1700’s

It was a difficult labor, which began early in the morning. Redwing was quickly surrounded by her friends and loved ones. Holds the Fire, who she now called “mother”, was there with Bluebird. Cricket in the Meadow, and Sky came running when they heard the commotion. Redwing was not only in pain, but her water had broken. Through the contractions Redwing was praying, she said, “I was never good with this part.” Holds the Fire, quickly responded with, “Daughter, none of us are good with this part.”

Hawk in the Sky was there too, but he had no idea what he could do, or should do. He hated seeing his wife in such pain. He felt he was of no use, but Holds the Fire assured him that being there, and holding his wife’s hand, was really all that she needed. So he did hold her hand, and spoke gently to his wife. She loved him for it. Once in a while he would go outside for some fresh air, and to get more wood for the fire.

village at duskWhen Cricket in the Meadow examined Redwing, she found that the baby was in the wrong position, and could never be born in this way. Her daughter Sky launched into action in two ways. First she took out her sack of herbs and mixed an herbal drink, that would help Redwing to remain calm, and it may even help with the delivery. Secondly she began praying, this was going to be a fight and she knew it.

Several women came in and out of the lodge, so word spread quickly that the baby needed to turn. Their love for Redwing turned into prayer. The herbal drink did help Redwing to relax, but did not put her to sleep. Cricket in the Meadow began talking to the child softly, through Redwing’s stomach. They all believed that the child could hear them. Then she began massaging gently Redwing’s belly, so that the baby would move into the right position. They all knew that if they were to put a hand inside, Redwing would most likely get a terrible infection. Sky, and Cricket in the Meadow, took turns talking to the child, praying, and massaging.

After hours of this, they knew time was of the essence. They did not want the child to die inside of Redwing. Sky, began to make smoke so that their prayers would drift up into the heavens. What else could they do? Cricket in the Meadow suggested to Sky that they needed another herbal drink, but they would have to be very careful with using the right amount of each herb, or it could do more harm than good. So they both measured out the herbs, and then double checked them again. They were exhausted, so they wanted to make sure they had it right. herbs from google

It was after the second herbal drink that Redwing felt the baby move in a big way. What a relief! The baby moved one way and then another, until finally their head was in the right position. A short time later the child’s head began to show. It was Sky that helped the baby the rest of the way. It was a girl! A beautiful baby girl was born! Sky, and Holds the Fire quickly wrapped the child to keep her warm, and placed her on her mother’s chest. Both mother and father were weeping from joy. No matter how many times they had seen it, they were all amazed at the miracle of a child being born.

No one saw her, but Cricket in the Meadow, quickly retreated to the other side of the lodge, holding her chest. This birth had taken a lot out of her, and she was in pain. She started having visions of her dead husband’s spirit. She wondered if she would be joining him soon, but she said nothing. She did not want to ruin the joy of the moment.

Once the child started feeding, everyone relaxed. Hawk in the Sky and Redwing, had several names picked out but could not decide at that moment. It was not long before Redwing drifted off to sleep, being held in her husband’s arms. The other ladies left the lodge, exhausted and happy.

Sky did notice Cricket in the Meadow, was especially tired. Was that a cringe of pain? She quickly asked, “Mother? Are you alright?”

mother and child

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google unless noted otherwise

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15 thoughts on “A New Life in the Village

    1. Wow, Maria that is a huge compliment! I read some of Jack London when I was a boy. I never thought of that until you mentioned it. Thank you so much for your wonderful comments! Blessings to you!

  1. This is simply amazing. I agree with Maria’s comment (above), it reminds me of Jack London – and just like with his writing, I hold my breath during many moments 🙂 Blessings to you and your family!

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