The Amish Midwife (23 page)

“Of course. Take your time.”

On impulse, I gave her a hug, one she stiffly endured, though she didn’t hug me back. A minute later I was hurrying down the front steps, but something made me stop. I turned around. Through the window I could see Marta sitting back down at the table and then burying her head in her arms. In a moment her shoulders began to convulse. I took another step down the stairs and stopped again. Slowly, I turned and forced myself back into the house.

She was sobbing.

“Marta,” I said.

The sobbing stopped. “I thought you’d gone.”

“I heard you—”

“I’m fine.” Her voice was muffled. “Please go.”

“Is there something I can do? Before I leave?”

“No.”

I stepped back out the door and a few minutes later, after texting Sean about lunch, I was on my way. It was a perfect late March morning: clear, cool, and crisp, yet promising to bloom warm and bright. On the highway I slowed behind a buggy and then navigated a hairpin turn, coming upon a cemetery in the corner of a field with every tombstone exactly alike in both size and shape.

I passed the buggy and realized I was avoiding thinking about the task at hand. Thanks to the information Ella found in the family Bible, I knew where my grandmother was. The woman I had imagined all these years wasn’t whom I’d thought, but at least I had located her. And I had another cousin to meet and an aunt and an uncle. I passed the turn off to the Kemp and Gundy farm and came up behind another buggy. Maybe it was Nancy or Hannah or Alice. Maybe it was Ezra or Will. I sighed. If only my birth family were like that. I went around the buggy on the next
straight stretch, giving the driver a wave and watching him nod in return. It was an old man, hunched over, his long gray beard hanging down against his chest, the collar of his jacket turned up on his neck. He held the reins loosely and seemed to be enjoying the ride.

My heart began to race again as I neared the lane down to Klara’s. I turned and then stopped at the entrance to the lane, peering down the dirt road and then scanning the fields. I saw no one and began to ease my foot off the brake. There was nothing to do but get it over with.

Just as I began to accelerate, my cell phone rang. I pulled it from the pocket of my jacket. It was Marta. I answered it cautiously.

“I wouldn’t be calling if I had another choice,” she said. “Believe me.”

I stopped the car again, in the middle of the lane. Believe her? She was unbelievable. That’s all there was to it.

“But Peggy is in labor and her contractions are two minutes apart.”

I thought of her trip to the big box store. Maybe it had been too much.

“She lives close to where you are at—or where I think you are.”

“I don’t have any equipment with me.”

“I’ll meet you there with the bag.” She gave me the address and I jotted it down, hoping the GPS would be able to find it.

“Thank you,” she said.

I stared down the lane again. I could chance taking the time to try to meet my grandmother or I could go take care of Peggy. Contractions two minutes apart for a woman who’d already birthed nine babies probably meant she was breezing through the transition phase and was close to delivering. I didn’t actually know because I’d never delivered a mother with anywhere close to that many births. Right now my obligation was to Peggy, no doubt about it.

I backed out of the narrow lane, keyed the address into my GPS, and turned right onto the highway, leaving the house behind. My heart rate slowed, even though I was hurrying to a birth. I passed the weeping willow trees where Zed and I had waited together just five days before. It seemed like a month ago already. A mile later I turned into a farmyard right on the highway.

A girl older than Ella stood at the back door. “Hurry!” she called out. I raced toward the house. “She’s in her room.”

A younger girl stood at the kitchen sink, washing dishes.

I dropped my jacket on a chair. “Is your
daed
here?”

“No,” the older girl said as I followed her down the hall. “He works construction. He’s on a job.”

Peggy was wearing a dress, with no apron, that hung loose around her and she knelt beside her bed, her hands clasped as if she were praying. “I think it’s time,” she said.

I asked the older girl where the bathroom was, and she pointed across the hall. I told Peggy I would be right back after I scrubbed. I pushed my sleeves to my elbows and began washing my fingers, hands, and forearms. If Marta didn’t arrive soon, I wouldn’t even have latex gloves.

By the time I was scrubbed and back in the room, Peggy was on the bed. A minute later, the baby came out with one push and I caught him easily.
Baby number 257
. He howled right away, a good sign considering I didn’t have a bulb to clear his airway. I ran my finger through his mouth, and it came out clean.

I cut the cord with a pair of sewing scissors, sterilized by the oldest girl under my instruction, cleaned up, and had Peggy in a fresh white nightgown and the little boy nursing in no time. The older sisters came in and out of the room, bringing food to their mother and blankets for the baby. I didn’t have scales to weigh the little one, but I guessed he was close to seven pounds. The four-year-old, also a boy, wasn’t much interested in the baby, but he came in to say hello and then returned to the yard to play with his toy trucks.

It was nearly an hour later that Marta arrived with the medical bag. I was surprised to find Ella with her. They waited as I finished up. When I weighed the baby, I wasn’t surprised to see that I had been right; he was seven pounds three ounces. After recording the details in Peggy’s chart, I filled out the certificate of live birth and then added a worksheet detailing how to apply for the Pennsylvania birth certificate—not that Peggy would need it. Having been through this nine times before, she’d already had plenty of experience.

When I was finished, Marta pulled me aside and handed me another chart. It was Esther’s.

“She’s in labor,” Marta said. “That’s why I took Ella out of school—to go with you to help with Simon.”

I nodded.

“Will you go?”

“Of course,” I answered. Did Marta think me heartless?

I gave Peggy’s daughters instructions to walk with their mother when she got up to go to the bathroom, to make sure they gave her plenty to eat and drink, and to call my cell phone if anything seemed amiss with their mother or the baby. The girls nodded as if they didn’t need my instructions, even though it had been four years since there had been a birth in the family. I took a final look at the baby boy, etching him into my memory, thinking “Peggy’s baby.” She said she wouldn’t name him until her husband arrived. Her oldest daughter had tried to call the cell phone of one of the men he worked with, but the call had gone into voice mail, so her husband didn’t even know that he was now the father of a tenth child.

As I walked to my car, I checked my phone. Sean was available for lunch, but I texted him back to say I was involved with an unexpected delivery and would have to touch base with him later.

By the time Ella and I followed Marta out of the driveway, it was eleven fifteen. “There was a full moon last night, right?” I was joking. I’d recently read a study that debunked the lunar effect theory as an old wives’ tale.

“Mom always says women are more likely to deliver during full moons.”

“People have thought for years that it was the pull of gravity because our bodies are eighty percent water,” I said. “But the full moon theory has been proved wrong.”

Ella scowled and said whatever the reason for it, it was true.

I changed the subject. “Peggy’s daughters sure seemed to know what they were doing.”

Ella gave me a funny look. “It’s not like they haven’t done all of this before.”

“It’s been a few years.”

“You expect too little out of people,” Ella said. We rode in silence for a moment and then she spoke, a little hesitantly. “Peggy already had her oldest daughter when she got married.”

“Really?” I wasn’t sure if I was encouraging Ella to gossip, but she definitely had my attention.

“Yeah. Peggy got pregnant by her boyfriend. She thought they were going to get married. But then he didn’t want to join the church and she
did. So she had her baby and joined the church. Later she got married to someone else and started having all those other kids.”

My instincts had been right. Not all Amish would give up a baby for adoption. My situation could have been handled differently…

Oops. Here I was again. Back to speculating.

We passed back by the willow trees and then the lane to Klara’s house. As we neared the road to the Kemp and Gundy place, I noticed Ella’s nose was against the window. A roar filled the car. I slowed. Sure enough, coming up the road was Ezra on his motorcycle, his red hair sticking out from under his black helmet. Ella smiled. He must have spotted her because he pulled out behind us and followed closely. I slowed, allowing more distance between us and Marta, who was still ahead. On the straight stretch Ezra passed, waving and smiling. A truck came over the crest of the hill opposite him, and he darted back into his lane just in front of us. A half mile later he pulled over to the side of the road, and we passed by as he waved again.

I accelerated. “How long have you known Ezra?”

“Since we were kids. Mom would visit his grandma.” She paused. “They used to all be friends.”

“Aren’t they still?”

“Sort of. I guess. Not like they used to be.”

“They seemed friendly enough last week when we were there for Hannah’s appointment.”

Ella nodded. “We just don’t see them much anymore, but I used to play with Ezra when we were little. He’s two years older.”

Marta turned off toward her cottage, and Ella and I continued on to Lancaster. I asked if her mother pulled her out of school very often to help with a birth, and she said no. Esther had asked if she could come to take care of Simon though, because she didn’t have any family to help.

When we arrived at Esther’s, she called out that the door was unlocked. We entered and found her stooping at her desk, her hands on her keyboard. David was in the kitchen, and Simon was sitting on the floor of the living room, wailing. When he saw Ella he stopped for a minute, gulped a breath of air, and then started again.

“He’s been this way all day,” Esther said, straightening up. She nodded toward her computer screen. “I have a paper I need to finish editing. It’s due tomorrow.”

I wondered if we’d come too early; if Marta had overreacted out of her devotion to Esther and her family. The woman didn’t look as though she was in labor, let alone ready to give birth.

David strolled into the living room, stepping over the screaming Simon. He shook my hand and said, “So you will end up delivering our baby after all.” He smiled widely.

“It looks that way,” I said, glancing at Esther. “How far apart are the contractions?” Marta had said three minutes.

Esther held up a hand. Was she having one now? A minute later she said, “I quit keeping track.” She turned back toward her computer. “I just have a few more minutes on this, and then I can send it off.”

Ella was down on the floor trying to talk to Simon. He crawled away from her and then plopped down on the far side of the room, next to the bathroom door.

“He’s been out of sorts since last evening,” David said. “Since Esther’s labor started.”

“Last evening?” I stole a glance at her again. She was most likely standing because she couldn’t sit.

“Around eight,” David said. “And she only got a few hours of sleep. She worked on that paper most of the night.”

Esther was statue still again, and I wondered if she were having another contraction. She’d already been in labor for fifteen hours. “Show me the bedroom,” I said to David. Esther wasn’t going to have the baby until she sent the paper off, so she might as well get it done. I would set up my supplies. I hoped that once she was ready, the birth would go quickly.

By the time she joined us in the bedroom, she was nine centimeters dilated and fully effaced. David rubbed her back while Ella fed Simon lunch and then put him down for a nap. But he didn’t sleep. He stood in his crib, screaming for his mother. He knew something was up, knew in some instinctual way that his life was about to change. Finally, Esther asked Ella to fetch him and rock him in the living room, which she did until he fell asleep, and then she slipped him back into his crib.

Esther and David’s little girl arrived at 1:47 p.m. They named her Caroline—a perfect name for a perfect baby.
Baby number 258
. She had her mother’s chin, her father’s nose, and her brother’s forehead. When Simon awoke, Ella carried him in and he patted his little sister’s head and
then clung to his mother, his chubby hands entangled in her clean pink nightgown.

Caroline took it all in.
Simon. Esther. David
. The woman—
me
—hovering nearby. And the girl—
Ella
—whose face was filled with awe. I asked Esther if I could take a photo of her family. She agreed, asking Ella to squeeze in too. After I’d captured the image, she asked if I would email her the photo. She would send it home to her mother and sisters.

When we left three hours later, I was thinking about my own birth again and my upcoming search in Montgomery County. Why Giselle would have left Lancaster County to have me was a mystery, and even though I was anxious to be on my way and get some more answers, I knew I was in no shape to drive to Harrisburg this evening. I couldn’t search for the birth certificate until tomorrow anyway, so that left me getting a hotel or staying at Marta’s for another night. I sighed. I sent Sean a text, asking if we could do lunch the next day.

Before going home we headed for Peggy’s. I felt we had left too soon, in too much of a rush. I wanted to make sure she and her little baby boy were fine. For once Ella didn’t speak as we drove. She perked up when we drove by Ezra’s place, but he was nowhere in sight. I glanced down the lane when we passed Klara’s.
Tomorrow
. If all went well, I would stop at Klara’s, have lunch with Sean, and then leave for Harrisburg.