How to Have Sex with the Snow Maiden

How to Have Sex With the Snow Maiden

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Avaryana's grandmother had been the midwife of a small village in northern Montana and, because she had grown old and weak lately, she had taken the girl with her to attend births. Avaryana feared that people would become so accustomed to her attending births that they would eventually suggest that she become the village midwife.

At first, Avaryana was terribly afraid: how could she attend the birth as the village midwife, even though she had been her grandmother's nurse? But her luck was that her grandmother knew her well and didn't put her in charge of heavy work, but of small things: give me that towel over there! Tell the men to put some more wood on the fire! Let them heat some more water, we'll need it later!

In the most difficult cases, they would call the rescue service from the nearest town, because sometimes the baby would present in a breech position, and the mother would need a cesarean delivery, which could only be done in a hospital.

"My dear granddaughter, I could take the baby out of its mother's womb by caesarean section, but even if it lived, the mother would surely die, because no matter how well I sewed the abdomen back together, I would never know how to do the right thing. Nor would I have the tools. After all, I'm a midwife, not a surgeon."

So she only handled normal births; the more complicated ones she sent to hospital. This wasn't difficult to do most of the year, but in winter there were problems because the entrance to the village was through a narrow valley called the Dry Valley, which was really dry all year round. Only when it rained would a little water collect at the bottom, but it didn't bother anyone because it never got above the knees and in a quarter of an hour it would drain away as if it hadn't been there.

It was harder in winter, when the blizzards started and who knew how the wind was blowing, but the snowdrifts would gather at the base of the Dry Valley until they were deeper than a person's height. After a while, the blizzard would die down and eventually people, with nothing to do, would start shoveling and plowing to move the snow out of the Dry Valley because they had to go shopping and, as usual, the authorities would forget about them and leave them snowed in.

Everything was fine and beautiful, and Avaryana was really beginning to enjoy witnessing the birth of so many children. And hearing their first cries, a sign that they were healthy and full of life, made her forget about her problems.

One day, when her grandmother couldn't get out of bed because she lived on the outskirts of the village, some distance from the mother-to-be, she explained to Avaryana over the phone what to do. This was the only birth she attended alone. She felt proud, if a little scared, but vowed never to do it again.

Another problem arose one winter with blizzards that seemed to go on forever. And that's when Mia Jones went into labor.

Avaryana got there first and, because she knew what her grandmother was going to ask for, got the women of the house to keep the house warm, boil water and fetch clean towels.

Mia, however, was untouched, and Avaryana's grandmother, after taking them all out of the room, stripped Mia to the waist and quickly examined her. Then she spoke softly so the pregnant woman wouldn't hear:

"We are in trouble Avaryana!"

"Why?" the girl asked, still whispering.

"The baby is upside down! Go and tell them to call for rescue quickly!"

Avaryana went and told the housewives what to do, but they all shrugged:

"Just now old man Davis came from the entrance to the Dry Valley and said that the snow troughs in the troughs are five feet deep. Even snow plows can't get through, there's no rescue....

When Avaryana told her grandmother the bad news, the grandmother, who was usually so optimistic, clutched her head in her hands and began to think and muttered something that sounded like a spell. It was actually the Lord's Prayer, Avaryana realized as she leaned closer.

Mia realized something was wrong and began to cry:

"I'm going to die, Aunt Emily, aren't I? Me and the baby..."

"Be still, silly girl. As long as I'm here, nobody dies!"

She went into the kitchen, with Avaryana following, and gave them some herbs to make tea for Mia.

"Valerian and rosemary, nothing more," she told Avaryana. "It also helps with pain and dilation."

She turned to the other women and gave them instructions:

"Send quickly to Black Buffalo, the hunter, for a couple tablespoons of bear lard. I'm sure he has it."

The pregnant woman's young husband hesitated:

"Well, he lives just at the other end of the village. The wolves will come and eat us! Ever since this blizzard started, they've been wandering around like they own the land."

"Well, then," Avaryana's grandmother said softly, "if you can't go after bear lard, then at least take Mia out in the blizzard with her bed!"

"What good is that?" asked the father-to-be, puzzled.

"That way she'll die faster and at least she won't have to go through so much pain!" replied Avaryana's grandmother sternly.

The young husband went out to the neighbors, gathered a few more people, some with lanterns, some with candles, and set off for the hunter's house, and in about an hour they returned with a jar of lard.

Avaryana's grandmother put it to warm in a pot of water, and when she thought it had softened sufficiently, she took a little on her fingertips and began to massage the girl's swollen belly.

"Help me too, because the skin needs to soften so we can turn the fetus upside down."

"Can you do that?"

"My mom did it, so I should be able to do it too. You just have to make sure that when the skin softens, you turn the baby's head toward the cord, or else it won't have any blood through it and it will suffocate to death."

After what seemed like an interminable time, Avaryana's grandmother took Avaryana's hand and placed it on the baby's head. The skin had become so soft that she could almost feel the baby as if it were under a thicker piece of cloth. Then she lowered her hand and said:

"Look, you can feel the cord, so on this side we have to turn it. Help me!"

Avaryana helped her, even though she felt that her grandmother could manage very well on her own. When she said this, her grandmother smiled back:

"Of course I could manage on my own, but you have to learn too, don't you?".

"Why should I have to learn?" Avaryana asked astonished.

"Because I won't live forever, my dear niece. I would love to, but you know it is not possible and we all die eventually."

Avaryana adamantly insisted that she didn't want to be a midwife, that the responsibility was too much and that she had other plans for the future, but just then the baby's head slipped back into its place in the mother's womb. Then the birth went normally, and Avaryana's eyes filled with tears when she heard the baby's first cry.

Childbirth is a normal thing, but this time Avaryana felt that she had really helped bring the baby into the world and, for the first time, she felt a joy beyond herself.

But she still didn't want to become the village midwife, so when her grandmother died, she told everyone to do whatever it took because she wasn't going to become a midwife. Eventually people found someone else from another community who had finished midwifery school. They paid her well and she moved to their village with her family.

Everything was going quite well, but people were unhappy with the new midwife because she saw difficulties in more than half of the births and was always asking for help.

And just as Avaryana predicted, one winter disaster struck. The Dry Valley was once again snowed in so badly that they couldn't even get an armored personnel carrier through to get Olivia Smith to the maternity ward.

It was ten o'clock at night and Avaryana was getting ready for bed when she heard a loud knock at the door. The blizzard had buried everything around her house. She had a feeling something bad had happened, and she was right. Olivia's husband, Lucas, stood at her door with tears in his eyes.

He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs there in the doorway, pleading through his tears:

"Avaryana dear, I beg you to save my wife because without you she is dying!"

"Well, wait a minute," said Avaryana, who was in her nightgown, "the midwife has not come?"

"She came," said Lucas, "but she's sitting beside my wife crying because she doesn't know what to do."

"Why?" asked Avaryana, "She is an official midwife; she went to school."

"She said she had never seen anything like it!"

"Where on earth am I going to find one?" Avaryana thought to herself, but to give him hope, she told him she'd come as soon as she got dressed. "In the meantime," she instructed Lucas, "have someone go to Black Buffalo, the hunter, and see if he still has bear lard. And also look for rosemary and valerian tea, because I don't have any."

Lucas and several other young men went off to do as the girl asked.

Avaryana put on the thickest fur coat she had, and when she went outside, she saw some boys waiting for her with a sledge. When she got on the sleigh, they wrapped her in thick woolen blankets, because Lucas was watching her from far away and they didn't want her to freeze to death. Lucas's family were wealthy people and had the whole yard lit up as if for a feast:

"My God, Avaryana, you look like the Snow Queen!" Olivia's mother said as she watched her get off the sleigh wrapped in her fur coat. "God grant you can help us, beautiful as you are!"

She went into the room Olivia was in and found everything ready: a warm room, plenty of hot water, clean towels, except that both the midwife and the pregnant woman were sobbing.

Once warmed up, it only took a simple examination to realize it was the same problem she had encountered last time: the fetus was in the breech position.

He first reassured the two women, the midwife and the pregnant woman, and told them that if they wanted to help, he needed them to be calm and optimistic.

The family found some rosemary and valerian somewhere and made the tea, and Avaryana put the bear lard to warm. When she felt it was warm enough, she gave Olivia the tea to drink and then began to massage her belly. "Point to the cord," she warned them. "Otherwise the baby won't get blood and will die." To do this, she had to find out where the baby's back was, because the bel belly button where the cord went in was on the opposite side. Finally, after feeling and massaging the pregnant woman's belly for a few minutes, she determined the position and, with wide movements, began to turn the fetus. The work went very slowly, as if the baby was stubbornly holding on to the position it had felt so comfortable and protected in for nine months.

"We both have to work," the midwife told him. "Like this, in circular motions, until the baby moves, and then we can turn him over. Help me, because eventually you will have to do it too."

The midwife also began to massage the uterus and slowly, slowly at first, then eventually the baby began to come into the normal birthing position.

The midwife couldn't believe what was happening:

"They didn't teach us that at school!"

Avaryana smiled:

"I know they didn't teach you that. My grandmother showed me this before she died. She told me that hospitals do C-sections in situations like this."

With a few more movements, the baby would be in the right position, Avaryana said:

"What they forgot to tell you at school is that sometimes births also take place in remote villages or mountain valleys where there are no hospitals and no instruments with which to perform a caesarean section."

After another five minutes, the baby's head slipped out, and Avaryana told the young pregnant woman to push with all her might.

The little girl, when she found herself out of the warm place she had been in for nine months, started screaming at the top of her lungs, making everyone in the room smile happily.

Avaryana cut the cord, bandaged the baby's belly button and placed her in her mother's arms. The baby began to greedily seek her mother's breast and then began to suckle.

Avaryana washed her hands, dried herself well and sighed happily: without her, there would be two fewer souls in the world today.

Lucas, the man of the day, kissed Avaryana's hands and said

"God has sent you to us tonight: for us, be it summer or winter, you will remain for ever as we saw you coming down from the sleigh: the Snow Maiden".

Avaryana returned home, put wood on the fire, and then, when the room was warm, climbed into bed and said to herself, smiling wryly, "Good night and sleep well, Snow Maiden!"

Just as she was about to fall asleep she heard a knock at the door. By the knock code she realized it was, Edward her shy lover who had proposed to her three times by then and always put it off because she was too young.

She welcomed him into her home and told him straight out that after tonight she felt mature enough to get married so she accepted his proposal.

They both got into bed and after some passionate sex, the Snow Maiden became the Snow Queen and within a few days they were married.

Time passed with good and bad over them and Avaryana thought that everyone had forgotten Lucas's comment, but she found that the nickname caught on and, even though she sometimes felt stupid in the middle of summer to be called that, everyone called her Snow Queen. And there wasn't a trace of irony in their voices, because the Snow Queen was nearby, while the nearest town, with hospitals and everything, was 40 kilometers away.