Ascendance of a Bookworm

By the time the night began to dawn, to my mother's groans, first, my father jumped up.

"Touri, Mine, my mother realized. I'll get the midwife! Get dressed and move."

"Yeah, okay"

As he told us to get dressed, my father quickly changed and flew out of the house to call the midwife. In a family other than mine, there was already a division of roles, and Touri also rushes towards the front door when he dresses quickly.

"I'm going to go get Aunt Carla, so Mine can get dressed and follow my mother."

"Yeah!"

What the hell can I do, being flushed by the momentum, nodding loudly, dressed, but on my mother's side suffering from labor pains? I can't think of anything in my head that's panicking.

"Uh..."

Mine, get me some water.

I rush to the kitchen, begged by my mother in such a painful situation that she also breathes constantly.

"Okay."

Draw the water from the kitchen bottle into the glass and take it, as my mother wanted. When I gave it to my mother in between labor pains, my mother drank it with Cochlear. In the appearance of my mother, with a great grain of sweat on her forehead, I tried to prepare a cloth, and hacked.

... Clean! Disinfect! Absolutely necessary!

The house is cleaner than the outside. My mother and Touri, who I think I like to clean thoroughly, clean my surroundings, and I am quite accustomed to washing my hands.

But not the midwife or the neighbor's wife who comes to help.

"Duh, duh, what shall we do!?

At the very least, I want you to wash your hands and disinfect the alcohol, but we don't have alcohol for disinfection.

"Ah, alcohol that seems to be able to disinfect alcohol... uh..."

If I were to substitute it for disinfection, I wish I had alcohol like vodka, but we don't have it. Alcohol levels should be high if the alcohol I used for Lumtophu. However, I think there are a lot of impurities to use as disinfection. Had I returned from the temple sooner, I would have hung Benno and had him look for distilled liquor with a high alcohol content.

"... but it's better than nothing, right?

The uncleanness of the surroundings is more of a problem than the impurities of alcohol. I will look for alcohol and a clean cloth to prepare for disinfection.

"I'm home. I'm gonna get some water."

Touri thought he was back, took the bucket and left again. Aunt Carla has called several neighborhood wives to collect them so that they can be replaced by Thuri. An aunt with a bucket in her hand draws a large amount of water from the well and begins to boil water in the pan.

I jumped on Tulli to carry the water and to leave the house.

"Touri, clean all your hands, boil and disinfect the tools you use, then..."

"Yeah, yeah. Clean. Okay, okay. Okay, so Mine's staying with her."

Not at all helpful in terms of labor, I was pushed into my bedroom by Touri.

Phew Phew and I stop near my mother, who groans bitterly as she roughs her breath, and hold her hand. When my mother began to suffer from labor pains, she held her hand so tightly full of strength that she wondered if her bones would break.

"Mother, when you give birth, hi-hi-hoo, it is. The Lamars Act is good."

"What, that?

My mother smiles slightly between the pains.

"Uh, sure, I think it was a breathing method that made the pain better. Sorry, I don't remember much clarity"

I had no plans at all for Reino to become pregnant or give birth, and there were no pregnant women around me, so I don't know much about them. I know the Lamars Act is covered, but I don't remember enough to explain why and how it's good.

"Hi-hi-hoo."

As Kus and my mother laughed and the two of us said hi-hi-hoo, spending time in labor pain, the midwife and neighbor's wife came into the bedroom.

When I saw them, I breathed heavily. I stood close to my mother and spread my hand in front of the bed.

"First, wash and clean your hands!

"Oh, Mine was a pathological beauty lover."

She tells the other wives to wash their hands, as Aunt Carla tells them to shudder. Later, I had my hands wiped with a cloth containing booze. This should be a little better.

As I looked at the thin dirty cloth by wiping everyone's hands that should have washed them with water, Aunt Carla picked them out of her bedroom.

"Mine's out of the way, so get out of the bedroom. Tell him to assemble the chair to that useless Gunter just wandering around. I won't listen to you at all, even though I've been through this many times already."

After bringing in the midwife, we decide to assemble the chair by preaching Aunt Carla's words to our father, who is roaming the kitchen.

"Dad, it's like this chair, what?

By the way, when I looked suspiciously at the stained board, he replied that my father would sit down when he gave birth. The moment I understood that it was like an old delivery table, I took cloth and alcohol in my hand.

"... have to disinfect"

"Mine, here, what are you going to do with alcohol!?

"Your mother uses it, right? Clean with alcohol disinfection"

Ignoring my father's scream, some aunt came to pick up the chair as I let the dappa cloth contain alcohol and scrub the gossip and polish it. Seeing me brushing desperately, I laugh bitterly.

"Oh, did you clean this too? You really like pathological beauty. Gunter, we're done here. Just go downstairs."

It seems that it is forbidden for men where they give birth. My father finished his job as a man parent who could do it on this occasion, so he's driven away to go downstairs.

"I go to my mother..."

"Mine's down there, too. When you're around, it's clean, disinfectant, loud and disturbing."

"But really take care..."

"Yes, yes. Gone, Gone."

Touri is in and out to help, but I have been driven out all the time. Batan and the front door have been closed, so I can't go in there anymore.

"Mother..."

They only ask for my degree of cleanliness, and they say it's pathological. I'm just relieved to think about the probability of puerperal death. I can't help but worry about my mother enough to want to disinfect those aunts all over my body, and there's nothing more I can do.

My mother realized it was the time when the sun began to shine loudly at dawn, but now the sun was rising and the well square was increasing in brightness.

And when he went out into the plaza of the well, the fowl began to fall on the plaza by the uncles of his neighbors.

"Dad, what are you all doing?

Only one went to my father, who was walking around the well restlessly and wandering around, and I inquired as I went around the well with my father.

"... ready for the naming party"

"Named, met, what?

Kids aren't supposed to be allowed in the temple until the baptism, so maybe there's no religious ritual here. However, from the name of the naming party, I wonder if there will be a revelation to the neighborhood.

"Why don't you let a man in at the birth place?"

With that said, my father explained to me. During childbirth, the woman is driven out to help, and the man buys a bird, boils it, bakes it, and prepares a naming party, apparently. They say it's to fill their bellies because there are no women who usually cook, to labor women who have finished helping them give birth, and to celebrate the birth of their children and show off their names.

"Why the hell are Uncle Gunter and Mine walking around the well together?

Looking back at the bewildered voice, Lutz, dressed as an apprentice at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, stood with a laugh.

"Lutz!"

"... what about Aunt Aefa? Not yet?"

I nodded cocklessly to Lutz, who sent his gaze toward my house.

"Mine, I hear you can go to the temple today. I'll be in touch."

"Thanks, Lutz"

"Finally, I'm going to take a break from the store. It's a naming party, isn't it?

My father nodded forcefully as Lutz laughed, saying the child was off work because it was decided to be born safely.

"Of course!

Dropping off the Running Lutz, I ask my father, who has begun to circle around the well again.

"Doesn't Dad have to report that he's resting at the gate?

"Al went to report me when I was shopping. Dad can't move from here."

"Oh well."

As me and my father went around the well, Lutz's father, Uncle Deed, shouted up.

"Gunter, Mine! I can help you over here for a second, or at least, stay still. It's depressing every time!

My father and I are told to wash our vegetables, and we continue to talk to Bosoboso as we crouch in front of the well and wash our vegetables with Jabbo Jabbo. I don't know how dangerous the birth here is, but if I don't do something, my anxiety grows and I want to jump into the house.

"Dad, how long does it take to have a baby?

"I only remember a long time waiting for you both when you were in Touri and when you were in Mine"

"Your place was relatively fast, wasn't it? It took more time at Al's."

Uncle Deed flaunted his shoulder when he came to draw water from the well. Apparently it was a very long time in my father's subjectivity, but if I heard the opinion of others, my mother's birth was a relatively light one. To that opinion I exhaled a ho relieved breath, but my father frowned, and looked like he was about to cry.

"I don't care if it's early or late. Now if you can give birth safely, so..."

"Now what?

Does that mean you want a healthy child to be born, not weak like me? Somehow when I asked, my father spat unexpected words with his sigh.

"The first child flowed. The next boy born died less than a year after his birth. Touri and Mine grew up safe, but the next kid couldn't get past the winter either. The next one flowed without being born. Now I want you to be born and raised safely."

I opened my mouth to the harsh maternity situation. From Reino's memories, I had read in the book that childbirth around the Middle Ages was harsh and that no child would grow up, but it wasn't very clearly linked to the reality in front of me. When I hear it from my father's mouth, who has actually dropped off his child, my fears and anxieties about giving birth sound completely different.

Scared, I looked up at the fifth floor where we were. That's where my mother should be working hard right now.

"Mom, you're okay, right?

"... pray to God from Mine, too"

"Yeah."

I pray to God with all my heart with my hands up viscid.

"Blessings and blessings be upon your mother, the goddess of childbirth, the goddess of water, the goddess of birth."

Lutz, who went to contact the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce and the Temple, returned carrying a large cage. When you put a cage with Don in front of us, you take out what's inside.

"Mine, this is a festive cloth from your husband. Then I told the workshop and Mine's room that some of the meat that Jill hunted yesterday was celebrated by Hugo from the workshop."

"... even though I wasn't born yet"

Still, everyone is happy and my face gets distorted.

"I want my mother to eat this bird meat, so I'll take it home. Shall we eat this venison at the naming party?... but only after the birth and the aunts of merit have come out. Lutz got it for me, so Lutz can eat it best."

That said, when I gave Lutz the meat solidification, my father would gladly narrow his eyes and nod.

That's when Touri popped out to the well square with a full grin.

"Dad, Mine! I was born! Boy!"

"Ooh, ooh! Congratulations!"

There was cheer in the square. Since I was born safely, this is where the naming party begins and the ban on alcohol is lifted. My uncles started reaching for alcohol first. Meat begins to cook one after the other on prepared iron plates.

"My family said I could come in. Let's go."

The first person to see a born baby is the family. My father, carrying the cage Lutz brought home, lifts me up and runs up the stairs in a single flight. He's excited enough to run up to the fifth floor with joy.

When my father jumped inside the house, he put in words of gratitude and labor to the aunts who were about to finish cleaning up after him. Conversely, the aunts say "Congratulations" and "He's a healthy boy".

"Dad, you can't take the 'Vikins' outside to your bedroom!

Let my father, who is in a hurry to make his way to the bedroom, lower the cage and wash his hands thoroughly. When I'm firm myself, my aunts round their eyes and say "pathological," again, but I ignore that.

"Mom, can I come in?

Gunter, Mine, it's a boy.

"Aefa, well done! Glad you're both safe!

My father sits on my mother's pillow, holding my mother's hand and mouthing her fingertips and armor repeatedly.

The baby, still held over her laid-back mother's chest, was really red and small and sneezy. A sigh of admiration emerges, ha, to the little beings who are cleansed with water production and wearing the laying clothes made by Thuri.

"What do you do with the baby's name?

"You've already decided, haven't you? What did you name it?

I look at my parents' faces like Thuri was excited. My parents nodded all together. Gently stroking the baby, he looks at each other and smiles furiously.

"I'm going to name it Kamil. What do you say?"

Kamil. Kamil.

Tulli chuckles, poking Tung and Kamil in the cheek. My mother tried to laugh at the way it was, but she turned her gaze to me softly.

"Mine, do you want to hold me? Because Touri's already here."

I want to try that terribly. But I'm afraid I'm going to drop it. Indeed, the average weight of the newborn should have been about 3 kg. Will you hold it against me?

Troubled, my mother clouded her face a little.

"No?"

"Yeah, I don't hate it.... I don't know how to hold you, I'm just scared I'm going to drop you"

My father blew out in my words. Laughing, he lifted me up, and took off his shoes, and put me up to bed.

"Sit there and hug me and I'll be fine dropping it"

Sitting next to my mother, I gently lifted Kamil up. Even though I am small and light enough to be lifted up, my mouth moves by and my eyes open. An inconsistent eye of a proper perspective turned to me. Being well alive fills my chest.

"Kamil, Kamil, it's your sister."

When I speak, Kamil begins to sneeze his wrinkled face even more. And he raised his voice thin and small, and began to cry.

"Or, Mother. I cried. What should I do if Kamil..."

"You don't have to wander. Babies cry."

I have trouble being told that. As I grated, I lowered the crying Camille down to my mother's chest.

"Well, let's take Kamil to the reveal"

That's what my father, who was trying to laugh at me, said and lifted up Kamil. I'm crying to protest in a fine voice, but I don't mind.

"Huh? You're letting your newborn baby go outside?

"I have to reveal it, naturally, don't I?

Naturally, if you get a newborn born born with no resistance out there as soon as possible, the mortality rate will increase. I was breathless.

"Dad, do I absolutely have to reveal myself?

"Oh, what are you talking about?

"It's too dangerous to let a newborn baby out there full of 'bikins' even though it's still cold"

When I said desperately, my father made his face a little harsher. Compare me with Kamil in your arms.

"Is it dangerous?

"Makes you very likely to get sick"

My father, who had been thinking about it for a while, shook his head with a rugged eye.

"But you can't just not reveal Kamil."

"If you really have to let it out, make sure it's never cold and don't let everyone's muddy hands touch you. If you go around everyone holding you, you have to come back soon enough. Still, I'm worried..."

Mine's too nervous.

Touri flaunted her shoulders lightly, but newborn babies are really susceptible to death. It is even more difficult in an environment like this.

Now my father, who was whining at the well wanting me to grow up safely, looks up as determined and wraps Camill around with a warm looking cloth to keep him from getting cold.

"You just have to go home right away, okay?

"Yeah. Be careful not to give it to anyone else"

"Dad and Mine are too protective."

Though Tulli says as if he was frightened, if he wanted to grow up safely in an environment like this, it would still be enough to be overprotective.

Once again down to the well square with my father with Camill and Touri, the well square had become a barbecue tournament named Naming Party.

This naming party is a meeting that labors the wives of the neighborhood who helped and shows off their babies. We check with our neighbors who was born in the same year as who, who was the baptismal year, and spring when this happened. I can't keep it on record, so many people show it off and remember it like this, and I just have to remember it.

"Thank you all early this morning. My son was born safely. His name is Kamil. I want you to be cute as a new companion."

My father announced Kamil's name, and when he showed everyone around, he excused himself, "You may not be very physically sturdy, just like Mine," and immediately told Tulli to take Kamil home. The neighborhood nods as convinced by my presence, which is weak and feverish enough not to be strange at any time of death.

"Following Mine, it would be tough if you were as sick as Kamil"

"Though it's feverish a lot, isn't Mine getting a little better? The christening ceremony is over, and I hope we grow up like this."

I was dying many times and I didn't think I would even have a baptismal ceremony, and as I was spoken, I just pulled into the house with Thuri holding Camill.

Whoever touched the meat with which hand would rather eat slowly at home than in the square in awe. Besides, it is said that I shall not go out without any escort. Between births I couldn't get into the house, anyway, I shouldn't wander around too much outside.

"Thuri, what do you do with your mother's rice?

"I'll get it downstairs."

Touri seemed to want to join the gathering downstairs, and when he placed Camill at his mother's, he immediately popped out of the house and went.

I will light a torch and warm up the rest of last night's soup. In the meantime, I cleaned up the contents of the cage as it was thrown out. The bird meat prepared below by Hugo goes to the winter support room, and the cloth Benno gets is left in the storage room.

"Mom, if you're hungry, you're warming up soup, are you there? If you don't nourish it, your breast milk will get worse."

"Well, shall we eat?

To my mother, who sat in bed, I take the soup. I decided to put a chair next to my bed and eat with it, depending on my share.

"Isn't Mine going downstairs?

"Yeah, 'cause I shouldn't go outside without Master Dermuel"

"Yes."

My mother is worried that I won't have much company with my neighbors. Even though I know that, hygiene concepts are too different and I'm hard.

"Oh, yeah. Lutz brought me a cloth from Mr. Benno and meat from the temple's workshop and side service. Something to give back, something to do?

Neglecting this custom, when I asked, my mother shook her head loosely. He should congratulate the person who gave him the blessing when he had a child. Neither Benno the celibate nor the temple officials seem to get married, is that okay?

"And then, yeah. I need you to keep me posted on Mayne about Kamil. 'Cause we need as many people as possible to remember."

"Okay."

I nodded loudly and saw my little brother sleeping next to my mother. Watching Kamil asleep with a warm cloth to keep her from catching a cold, you can see nature and her eyeballs going down.

"Kamil, you're adorable"

"Right."

The time I can be with Kamil is not that long. You have to leave when you're two, so if you're bad, it might not be in Camille's memory. Then I want to make all kinds of picture books and toys to be a little more memorable to Camille so that it will help her in her future.

If all you can do is make a picture book, you can make a picture book for your little brother. Between two or three months and six months, it's good for black and white books, but then I want colorful books. Color ink must be developed for this purpose.

... Is that it? Could it be that during the two years you can only make picture books, you're pretty busy doing a lot of things?

If I wanted to make a picture book for kids in time for Camille to grow up, I might not be able to afford to be printing a book full of letters. If hard copy printing is prohibited, you can improve Gali printing.

… time is enabled. Sister, I'll do my best!