Redsand Canyon Whatever makes you happy

Surely he was obligated to say such things. He was her husband, after all. She knew her mother had trained her well, and that her fears while backed by examples from her life were still irrational. “What if everything in my power isn’t enough?” She had faced loss but the loss of her mother had just hit her so much harder than anything else had in that regard. She knew the Matrona trusted her implicitly and had told her as much. She did not hesitate to turn to her either for her pain or for her help in conception.
 
Wounds were easy, birth was so much harder. She could predict what wounds would infect and which ones would not, but the condition of a mother after birth was always such a fickle thing… as was the survival of the children. The entire thing was terrifying. “I don’t know if anyone can really be prepared for the complications that childbirth could bring.” It was just another reason she was relieved they would not be having a litter of their own that year.