The clan of the cave bear_ a novel - Jean M. Auel [187]
“You should never have gone out that day, Iza. I was so worried.… Oh, wait, another one is starting!”
The medicine woman studied Ayla. She was trying to judge how long the pains were. It would be a long time yet, she decided.
“It wasn’t raining when I started out,” Iza said. “I thought it was going to be warm that day. I was wrong. Fall weather is always unpredictable. I’ve been wanting to ask you something, Ayla. I was delirious with fever part of the time, but I thought you made a chest plaster out of herbs used to relieve Creb’s rheumatism.”
“I did.”
“I didn’t teach you that.”
“I know. You were coughing so hard, spitting so much blood, I wanted to give you something to calm the spasms, but I thought you should bring up the phlegm without so much effort, too. That medicine for Creb’s rheumatism penetrates deep with warmth and stimulates the blood. I thought it might loosen the phlegm so you wouldn’t have to cough so hard to bring it up, then I could still give you the decoction to calm the spasms. It seemed to work.”
“Yes, I think it did.” After Ayla explained her reasoning, it seemed logical, but Iza wondered if she would have considered it. I was right, Iza thought. She is a good medicine woman, and she’s going to get better. She deserves the status of my line. I must talk to Creb. It may not be much longer before I leave this world. Ayla is a woman now, she should be medicine woman—if she survives this birth.
After the morning meal, Oga strolled over with Grev, her second son, and sat beside Ayla while she nursed. Ovra joined them soon after. The three young women chatted amiably between Ayla’s contractions, though no mention was made of her forthcoming delivery. All through the morning while Ayla was in the first stage of labor, the women of the clan visited Creb’s hearth. Some just stopped for a few moments to offer moral support with their presence, some sat with her almost continuously. There were always a few women seated around her bed, but Creb stayed away. He paced nervously in and out of the cave, stopping to exchange a few gestures with the men gathered at Brun’s hearth, but not able to stay in one place too long. The hunt planned for that day was postponed. Brun’s excuse was that it was still too wet, but everyone knew the real reason.
By late afternoon, Ayla’s labor was stronger. Iza gave her a root decoction of a certain yam with special qualities that relieved the pain of childbirth. As the day dragged into evening, her contractions got stronger and closer together. Ayla lay in her bed, drenched with sweat, clutching Iza’s hand. She tried to stifle her cries, but as the sun dropped below the horizon, Ayla was writhing in pain, screaming with every convulsion that racked her body. Most of the women couldn’t bear to stay near anymore; everyone except Ebra went back to their own hearths. They found some chore to keep busy, glancing up when Ayla started into another agonized scream. Conversation had stopped around Brun’s fire, too. The men sat listlessly, staring at the ground. Every attempt at small talk was cut short by Ayla’s cries of pain.
“Her hips are too narrow, Ebra,” Iza gestured. “They won’t let her birth canal open wide enough.”
“Would breaking the water sac help? It does sometimes,” Ebra suggested.
“I’ve been thinking of that. I didn’t want to do it too soon; she couldn’t stand a dry birth. I was hoping it would break itself, but she’s getting weaker and not making much progress. Perhaps I’d better do it now. Will you give me that slippery-elm stick? She’s starting another contraction, I’ll do it when this one is over.”
Ayla arched her back and gripped the hands of the two women as a crescendo of convulsing agony was torn from her lips.
“Ayla, I’m going to try to help you,” Iza motioned after the contraction passed. “Do you understand me?”
Ayla nodded mutely.
“I’m going to break the water, then I want you to get up into a squatting position. It helps if the baby is pushed downward. Can you do it?”
“I’ll try,” Ayla waved weakly.