Kila
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Post by Kila on Aug 26, 2011 13:13:27 GMT -5
A very fat, unhappy Nadya had waddled up from the Lower Caverns and was on watch that night. The only reason the extremely pregnant Handler wasn’t skipping her watches completely was because she quickly grew bored of sitting alone in her chamber. Even though it was cold outide, she still loved the night; it soothed her and drew her without fail from her self-imposed exile. Leaving the warm reassurance of the glows, she had let the darkness envelop her. Most of the time she was assigned a partner for the night watch, but had started parting their company and prowling the Weyr alone with Nadysk. Nadysk was suffering from Nadya’s perpetual bad mood and extreme lack of sociability, she knew, but the Brown said nothing and his Handler was too cross to stop being selfish and interact with others for his sake. His only source of entertainment was the small, blue pillie that His had picked up one day on the way to the kitchens. She loathed the little bug, but Nadysk found it quite amusing.
As it turned out, Nadysk would not have to deal with his Handler’s pregnant moodiness for very much longer at all. Since she had gotten up that evening she had been complaining of tightening pain in her abdomen. The pangs had happened before, but they had become quite frequent. If Nadya had known anything about childbirth she would have identified them as contractions, but she was deplorably undereducated in that area. Nadysk, of course, could not be blamed for not foreseeing anything- he was only a Wher, after all.
”Ooh,” said Nadya, stopping suddenly in the middle of the Bowl. Ever attentive, Nadysk came to her side immediately, pillie close on his heels. What, Mine? Nadya reached out a hand to steady herself, leaning against Nadysk heavily. Either I just wet myself or the baby is coming. Now,” she said, her humor strained. Nadysk looked around, panicked, for their estranged watch partners or anyone who might know what to do, but there was no one out but them at that hour. He didn’t plan on delivering whatever was inside his bonded’s tummy, so he knew he needed to find someone. Mine, mine, climb on my back; Nadysk instructed. Nadya made an unhappy, pained noise in response. Come on, Mine. I’ll take care of you. ~ The three people gathered in the infirmary were doubtlessly a bit surprised and alarmed when a large, Brown Wher came stampeding down the hallway and burst into the healers’ quarters in the middle of the night, a bug and a fat, angry woman draped over his back and looking rather ill. Help Mine. NOW, he demanded calmly, looking them straight in the eyes and speaking to them directly. He didn’t know who was in charge or what needed to be done, but he’d make sure that it was. ”Oh Faranth, it’s coming out,” Nadya groaned from on his back, ”Kill me now, Nadysk!”
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Aug 27, 2011 5:05:58 GMT -5
Another night in the infirmary and things appeared to be settling down some. There were still a few coughs from the patients and some painful groaning from those still injured by the fire but, all in all, things were becoming steadier. Tedaon sighed as Neras came to sit on his shoulder and the two of them began making their way to the Healer Quarters. This would have been a simple enough matter had there not been an exceptionally strange sight before him.
A brown wher, thankfully not a dragon, carrying a rather large woman and a pillie bug had just barged into the Quarters. A curious matter indeed, made more curious that the wher chose to speak to those in the Infirmary. Well, not so much considering the nature of the demand. Tedaon, perhaps one of the first to react, rushed over to the woman and placed a hand on her back in an attempt to calm her.
“When did the contractions start?” He asked somewhat calmly as he carefully moved to lift the woman and carry her to a bed.
He wasn’t sure who she was only that she was a handler. Being confined to the Infirmary for quite some time now those he knew best were generally those who got injured the most. He had not, as far as he knew, had to heal this woman before so hopefully she would be a fairly good patient. Hopefully.
Tedaon knew what was wrong, of course, and started preparing himself mentally to deliver a baby half wishing some midwives were around… He sent Neras to their rooms knowing that he might be lacking in usefulness in this situation.
{ooc: feel free to shove him or something if she’s inclined that way ^^ or to also say if he did manage to get her to a bed…}
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 27, 2011 14:48:27 GMT -5
It was late, but that was hardly going to keep Delilah from anything she considered to be her duty - and of course, Sebolaren was her responsibility. In her mind, if no one else's. At least this time she'd managed to coax him into the infirmary, which was odd in and off itself, and was currently engaged in peering into his eyes and making him track her finger.
"I don't believe you're concussed," she said. "I'm very tempted to tell you that you are concussed just so that you'll have to stay off your feet for a day or two. Tell me again how you were nearly murdered by a pile of hay." She plucked a loose strand from his hair. It was easy to joke when it wasn't serious.
But childbirth was something she took very seriously, and her head snapped around at the sound of the wher's voice in her head. Her heart pounded, and she told Sebol quickly, "I'll be right back." Well, probably not, all things considered - but he really was fine. Just sore, and suffering from a bruised ego. Good thing she'd caught that in time.
Hurrying over, she told Tedaon, "I can help until one of the midwives arrives. I am not trained, but I attended a few births at Healer Hall and I studied labor extensively." Attending was rather different than assisting, but she knew how it worked. And unless the woman had let the contractions go dangerously late, someone was sure to arrive before the baby slipped on out.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 27, 2011 15:15:09 GMT -5
It wasn’t as if this was his plan, nor had it been the plan of whatever ill-conceived sharding wherry’s child had pushed the bale of hay from the Stablehold directly onto him without so much as a ‘bale-down!’ or ‘heads-up!’: Which of course meant the dusted child hadn’t even been Herder trained and had next to no right to be up there mucking about. Though he had probably been asked to do someone else’s chores for them—and Sebolaren would find out who exactly was to blame whenever Delilah decided he wasn’t apt to drop dead. She always did require proof, but really he suspected she just enjoyed torturing him, or perhaps strove to keep him from working properly.
”I would hope not, though if I was there would be dragonflame to pay for the inconvenience.” He spat out acridly, though he was torn between bristling and mirth at her following words which confirmed his previous assumption—so she did want him to rest. Well, there was no rest for him, not when people were busy botching things and leaving him more work to be done. ”When one drops a bale down for fodder or bedding, one is to alert any below by yelling ‘bale-down’ or in the very least a head’s up warning: Not so for whatever small child thought it would be entertaining to do it all on his own.”
He snorted, flicking his head sideways to help her tear the catching strands of dried grasses from his fluffy head of hair, ”None of those working today would make that mistake, and Atenna was quite displeased though I’m not sure she caught a look at the culprit, but I tell you what: If I find them then they’ll ha—“ the words died in his mouth as the Wherpair burst into the infirmary. The brassy tone of the Brown echoing in his head would not be denied, but Sebol knew his skills with birthing Runners would fall short here—the only thing he knew for certain about human females was that they were ill designed to birth, and there could be many complications.
As Delilah and the other Journeyman answered the call, Sebol stepped toward the side of the stone room where he wouldn’t be in the way; though certainly ready to help in whatever way he could, he doubted his services would be needed—or even appreciated. Doubtless he’d managed to knock over the beds and drop the water. Staying back was in his best interest where everything was concerned, so he did, eyes curious on the movement of the healers and the woman in labor.
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Kila
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Post by Kila on Aug 30, 2011 10:41:12 GMT -5
Though her eyes were open, Nadya only really saw Tedaon when he touched her. ”Don’t touch me!” she snapped, lashing out and only narrowly missing him in her pained rage. ”Don’t you touch me.” Nadysk looked back over his shoulder at her with pity and distaste. How was he supposed to get anyone to help His if she acted out like that? He instinctively knew her train of thought and accepted that it contained some logic, but it still didn’t help her at present. No more filthy men, her thoughts went, That’s how this sharding baby got in me in the first place. No more men. I won’t let them touch me.
The Brown sighed. Tedaon was obviously going to be no help to them, nor the lad in the corner, as per his Handler’s own demands. She was so difficult sometimes. You. Help Mine; he said, calmly again, fixing his glowing eyes on Delilah. She was young, but at least she was female. With any luck His would allow her to help. He had sensed the male Healer’s intentions to move Nadya to a table and went through the trouble of getting her there himself. Lumbering carefully over, he spoke to His firmly yet comfortingly. You must get up on table now, Mine. Girl Healer will help you. You must, Mine.
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Post by Reky on Aug 31, 2011 21:42:50 GMT -5
"Now you be careful, alright?" Cleo grinned, tying the final knot on the youngster's bandage. "I don't care if your parents are really great cooks, you still can't run around touching pans like that. Can't cook with crispy fingers!" Normally, she wouldn't have been so morbid in her humour, but the kid looked like he could handle it. "Off you go now," she encouraged, and he hopped down from the stool and ran off. The journeywoman stood up and stretched out her back.
"Oooohh," she groaned, and green Pond mimicked her by whistling. Cleo smiled at the firelizard, who perched where the boy had been sitting. Squeak was nowhere to be seen which, for the moment, was a relief. Her two greens got along well, but Squeak was far too much of a hazard to her scalp to be called civilized company. Andry, of course, was exhausted by the both of them and slept even more than he used to. Right now, though, he was missing in action - but only for a split second more.
Huffing and puffing, the overweight brown popped out of between. He projected an urgent image of a great brown wher trashing the entrance and a familiar face with bloated belly. Squeak followed Andry and interpreted his urgency in her way of tugging Cleo's hair. The woman knew an emergency when she saw one and she had no time for her lizard. "Oh, Andry, sweet, thank you," she cooed hastily, dropping Squeak off on the stool with Pond. "Watch the girls."
She caught up with one of the midwives who had already fetched a tub of hot water and warm towels. "Oh, Janie, good," Cleo panted. "Andry just warned me." She heard Nadya's angered screaming and felt her heart tighten; who could possibly be upsetting her so? The poor thing needed to calm down. She rushed into the room to find Tedaon being pushed away, Nadysk near Delilah, and the smattering of onlookers keeping their distance. Janie set down the tub and towels and moved to help Nadya up onto the table, tucking pillows beneath her where they would help.
Cleo felt tension rising in her stomach. It wasn't precisely the way she had imagined seeing Nadya next, but her love of healing and of birth had her admiring the wherhandler even more. Even if Nadya was upset and screaming, Cleo still found her absolutely lovely. She ran redwort over her hands and forearms, the gaudy stain unsightly but sterilized. "Hey, Nadysk," she said to the big brown, offering him a smile. "Nadya." She shoved her sleeves up out of habit, even thought she had worn short sleeves that day. "Teddy, you go mind the other patients," she said to her fellow healer. She looked at the weyrling - she had seen her around the infirmary before. "Delilah, is it? You stay here."
She pulled up a tall stool once Nadya was settled, positioning herself between the woman's legs. "How're you feeling, hon?" she asked tenderly. "You keep me updated, alright?" A sweet smile spread across her lips and she made sure her firelizard headband was keeping her hair back. "You can do this." [/blockquote]
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Kila
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Post by Kila on Sept 2, 2011 11:02:34 GMT -5
Nadya was so busy protesting help from any man alive that she did not see Cleo’s approach. When the Healer woman touched her arm to begin helping her up onto the table, Nadya whipped around moodily, ready to strike or shout again. When she saw who it was, however, she was shocked into a state of relative calm. ”Cleo,” the name slipped out in surprise, and with it much of her anger. Nadysk crooned to her soothingly and helped Cleo lift her onto the table at last. Hello; he replied to Cleo warmly, glad to see a familiar face. He had always liked this awkward lover of His; she was so kind- much like Nadysk himself.
Perhaps that was why Nadya liked her. The kind words and sweet smile on Cleo’s face made the Handler at least reasonable. ”I feel like I’m about to burst,” she replied crossly, he brow knitted and filmed with sweat. Even if she wasn’t raving out of her mind she was still a little bit of a bitch. The anger that had gripped her before was swiftly replaced with frustration (and maybe even a bit of embarrassment). She hadn’t wanted anyone to see her like this- huge and pregnant- least of all the people she actually didn’t hate. So for Cleo to be between her legs, in the center of the action, was infuriating. All those months of shirking the general population for nothing. She had only received minimal treatment for her burns (though not severe) and smoke inhalation from the fire because she was avoiding the Infirmary, for Farnath’s sake! It seemed as though her image of herself had been shattered.
She only had so much time to dwell on those thoughts before she was set upon by a strong bunch of contractions. ”Oh!” she cried, lying her head back against the table and clenching her teeth. ”It’s moving.” Though she had a high tolerance for pain, Nadya was a little too long and narrow to be well-suited to childbirth. You can do this; Nadysk said supportively from by her side, his words echoing Cleo’s. Yeah I can, she thought to herself grimly,Cuz as soon as I’m done I’m done with it. No more big belly, aching feet and back, or monster appetite. Or men. Or anything else. She was ready to push.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Sept 5, 2011 17:42:57 GMT -5
As the wherhandler refused his help, Tedaon went a little stony faced. She was disturbing his patients and then refusing the help that might make the pain go away. When Delilah appeared he looked at her and nodded a little. If no one else turned up at least he could lead her through the theory and practical application of handling a birth. He was actually rather thankful that she had arrived all things considered. He wasn't sure that he wanted to deliver a child under these circumstances... He nodded to the wher a little and stepped aside.
Apparently things were to be fixed entirely as Cleo, one of the other Journeymen, appeared seemingly from nowhere and hurried over to the brownhandler.
Teddy?
Tedaon looked at the girl with a somewhat surprised expression. He wasn't sure what he thought of that. Did he like it? He hadn't ever been called that before. Something told him he could have been angrier about this but he kind of liked the name? Maybe? Tedaon shrugged it off as a one time thing.
"Of course, let me know if you need anything."
At that, Tedaon moved off to continue assisting their less distressed patients.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 7, 2011 22:19:33 GMT -5
At least the wher was calm; that would probably help, especially without the baby's father here to hold Nadya's hand. Of course, he might not even know, she reflected; things were far different at the Weyr than they had been back at Fort. Or it could simply be a case that the woman didn't want any men, including the father, nearby in such a vulnerable time. Hardly unheard of, and her response to Tedaon made her think along those lines.
Giving Tedaon a brief smile, she went to help the wherhandler off of the brown's back, indescribably relieved when a female journeyman and a midwife - Cleo, she thought, and...Jeannie? - arrived in time to do most of the work. And then the Journeyman remembered her name, and offered to let her stay and help. The wash of pride almost made her smile, but she saved it for later. Things could still go horribly wrong.
"Yes, Journeyman," she said, and once Nadya was settled, the apprentice moved to sterilise her own hands as well. Although she was not exactly in a position to be sure, the signs all pointed to the birth approaching fast - no long hours of miserable labour for Nadya, and less chance of anything terrible occurring. With the other two prepared to do the heavy lifting part of it, Delilah busied herself ensuring that they had the other things necessary to do the job, including shears to cut the cord and clamps for it, and re-sterilised all the tools just in case.
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Sept 11, 2011 13:33:19 GMT -5
Even if the Wherhandler had wanted help from those males in the room, it wasn’t as if Sebolaren had any sort of training with human birthing; that was for Healers and women to be concerned with. It was true he’d helped at far more birthing than expected, what with his Beastcraft work, but surely human females were different than runnerbeasts. He had heard, in passing, that women were far more likely to experience complications, something to do with their body structure—an unfortunate truth, they called it. Well, he certainly wasn’t going to stick his face into the business of another person when he couldn’t in any way help, or fix, the situation. Instead, he quietly slipped behind a privacy sheet and took up residence on one of the unoccupied cots.
If things happened to go wrong, well, they could give him directions if they needed, but mostly it was important he stay out of the way—and he definitely did not want to watch. Wincing sympathetically, but having absolutely no idea how birth could feel, Sebol began to compare the sounds to what he experienced at the stable: Mares could not speak, but it seemed as if the Brownhandler was experiencing pain far and away that of a runner. Which was unfortunate, but surely it would be over soon enough, yes? Folding his hands together in his lap he waited for whatever would come, whether it was a cry for help or the cry of a newborn.
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Post by Reky on Sept 11, 2011 15:37:17 GMT -5
Even with the hands of Janie and Delilah here to help, there was a knot of stress building in Cleo's chest. All the signs pointed to the swift delivery of a new babe, but there was no knowing how long Nadya had stubbornly ignored any contractions before Nadysk swept her away. The healer had faith in the brown, though. He had a good mind for his irresponsible lifemate. Irresponsible, lovely, pained. Cleo's heart ached oddly to be in the presence of the object of her affections in such a state. Selfishly, she was glad it was her and not any of the other healers. Janie called Delilah over to hold Nadya's legs up, but the help didn't nothing yet to ease Cleo nerves. She still felt rubbernecking eyes invading hers and Nadya's space.
She spun around. "If you're not supposed to be here, clear out," she snapped savagely. "Especially if you're not a healer. Give the woman some breathing room!" And as if they had been clueless until Cleo's voice rang out, a few healing staff shuffled over with the weight of the portable curtain frames to shut out the rest of the world from the four women. A little more at ease, Cleo turned back to the splayed wherhandler. "Alright, honey," she cooed. "Push now. Give me a good one."
The nervous energy still boiled throughout her body. Excitement and worry at the same time, as was normal for a delivery, but magnified because it was Nadya. When the child's head finally appeared, Cleo supported it with the utmost tenderness and urged Nadya to be gentle about it. "Almost there," she assured her. "You're doing beautifully." 'Beautiful,' however, was not the best word. No doubt Nadya's face was written twice over with pain, her skin slicked with sweat and her body brought up in an unflattering position. Still, nothing worked more wonders than encouragement and compliment, Cleo thought, and a few white lies were alright.
ooc: And Kila does have the permission to play Cleo so wonderfully in the next post (sure does make the argument faster than posting back and forth!) [/blockquote]
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Kila
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Post by Kila on Sept 12, 2011 0:29:44 GMT -5
When whoever the brat was that was hovering around grabbed her legs, Nadya had the strong desire to kick her in the face. It was only Nadysk’s calm and firm presence in her mind that kept Delilah’s face from being inverted. Through her fog of pain, Nadya saw Cleo turn and suddenly snap at the others in the room, her voice uncharacteristically savage and commanding. Had she been in a normal situation she would have been turned on by this assertiveness, but any thoughts towards that end were promptly squelched by another contraction. When Cleo turned back and gently told her to push, Nadya pushed. She was more than ready.
Nadya did not hear Cleo’s kind little white lies as the baby began to emerge, for she was too focused on getting it out. Huffing and pushing, she exerted all her strength until at last the pain peaked and she felt welcome relief. The Handler fell back on the table in exhaustion as the healer trio took the newborn. Nadysk licked her face and hovered over her proudly, anxiously, ready to help His however he could.
Cleo held the baby in awe and with the appreciation that only one who brings life into the world knows. ”It’s a boy,” she announced, a silly tear running down her cheek. She turned her head and wiped it away on her shoulder quickly and then brought the baby over to Nadya. Nadysk stopped his mothering long enough to peer down with curiosity at the small thing that had come from between his bonded’s legs. The little bit of hair that the child had stood up on end as if he had been electrocuted. Though the boy had grasped for the air when Cleo had first held him, he rested quite tranquilly then. He had opened his eyes easily and they now stared up at him, wide and somewhat eerie. Nice; was all the Brown could think to say.
Cleo laughed. ”Look, Nadya. Isn’t he gorgeous?” she crooned. ”What do you want to name him?” she asked. Nadya turned her head away from the proffered child, her sweaty bangs swishing limply with the movement of her head. ”Nothing. I don’t care. Take it away.” Both Healer and Wher were shocked by this, though in retrospect Nadysk realized that he shouldn’t have been in the least. Mine! What do you mean, take away? It’s yours! Nadysk said, almost scolding. Nadya said nothing. ”Nadya…” Cleo began, but was cut off immediately. ”No. Give it to some crechewoman. I don’t want it, I said!” Cleo looked to Nadysk helplessly and the Brown nudged her away.
Can’t reason with Mine right now, he said sagely, with the wisdom of one who had experienced such a time too many times before. Wait. Poor Mine is very tired and needs to rest. Cleo nodded. She could not deny the Wher’s logic. ”But what should they call him?” she wondered aloud, looking down at the now-motherless child. aydaN; Nadysk said after a few moments, surprising them both. Mine’s name backwords; he explained, seeming a tad embarrassed. ”That’s beautiful, Nadysk,” Cleo said, and he could tell that it was not a white lie this time. ”You’re right let’s just give her time. There’s no way she won’t warm up to her own child.” Aydan stared up at them blankly.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 12, 2011 0:59:02 GMT -5
Given that Delilah was a rather petite person, there was no way she could have prevented being kicked in the face if that was what Nadya chose to do; fortunately, despite the pain and stress of birth, it went swiftly and no one ended up maimed. Delilah held the handler's legs as commanded, politely not looking at the crowning baby; once it was out, she assisted with the cord-cutting and washing and wrapping, all those little things one needed to do to make an infant fit to be presented to its mother.
Who...didn't want him. Delilah managed to hide her shock at that, but on some level, she didn't understand. How did Nadya not want her baby? She lived in a Weyr; by now Delilah knew that between would cause miscarriage, and she had no way of knowing Nadya had tried that and failed. Why carry a baby to term if you didn't want it, and had such a relatively safe method of prevention at hand?
She was happy enough to accept Cleo's assertion that Nadya would warm up to him, therefore. Birth was painful. She'd feel better when she slept, and the wher seemed friendly enough. Besides, no matter what eventually happened to the baby and his mother, it was none of Delilah's business. She could just be proud of herself for assisting him safely into the world, in some small way.
Once she'd helped clean up the area, she softly thanked Cleo for allowing her to help, and slipped out of the infirmary, deep in thought.
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