Codes of Survival -Scripts - a series of short factionalized stories based
on historical events in the Subantarctic Islands written by Lloyd Godman
to accompany the exhibition and installation - 1993 - © Lloyd Godman
Codes of
Survival - Scripts
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1845 - THE
PANG - OF BIRTH
I should never have left the pa. I should have listened to the Whanau
and stayed in the Whare Kohanga where they are still waiting for me. They must wonder where I am. But I had to be gone from there,
and get some air as it felt stale and stuffy in the confines of the dark Whare Kohanga. It will have been built and burnt for no purpose if the birth is here
in the tane. Can I help that?
There
are none of our old medicinal plants that they could use for the birth
on this island. No Kotukutuku (Fushsia) or Tararamoa (Bush lawyer) grows here on the land, and the knowledge of the old ways
is of little use though the old women try with what they have. They have been using other
plants that grow freely on this island, but they are not effective
and made me feel so unwell, and this is the reason that I wandered off alone. But I had never thought I should walk so far.
So
here I am, alone in this Tane to give birth? It is not a choice I would gladly make. There is no family, friends, not even a slave to help. There is no shelter
except for the canopy of the forest and the hollows in the ground among the fairy
rings of ferns . I
am on my own. I shall have to rely upon my own strength. I
am myself. I must be strong.
My
waters had broken earlier with a warm rush. Then I knew the excitement
of the birth moment had arrived and it was at last my time. It was happening quite suddenly and something I had not prepared for at
this time, caught so unawares was I. The waters had run down my legs right to the earth. I could even feel the wetness between my toes
mixed with the humus of the land. I had wandered much further than I had imagined and
it would be some effort to get back to the Pa in time. This was
my second birth and it was all happening much faster than the first, for, the contractions were coming much faster
than I would ever have liked and now they were here I tried to remember
all that I had been told about the event and the experience of
the first birth. It
was sore, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, much like the first time. At times I fell to the forest floor doubled with the pain in an uncontrolled writhe. I felt hot and cold at the same time,
dropping my blanket and stripping off the clothing from my body because of the sweat and the
ease of movement I would have. It felt a natural thing to be done. There I lay naked writhing on the Papa-tu-a-nuku.
Ignoring the pain, with the help of a stout branch I pulled myself
up again thinking that I could make my way to the pa in time.
I
was mistaken. The mamae came stronger, I fell to the ground once
more with my eyes closed and clenched teeth. I was breathing hard with lips opening
and closing with each motion. I grabbed another strong branch of a tree and pulled myself up to a squat. For there was no flax
to bind the sick to two trees and I could not contemplate this old tradition. With my eyes
closed I sang a birth karakea. Loud and strong. Loud and strong, again
and again I cried to the goddess of child birth. This was as my
mother had been when each of us had been born, and all our mothers before.
It was the tradition of the Whanau, it was the sneeze of life.
I
had my eyes closed with the pain, but above me, I sensed the rustle of the trees that moved gently in the slight breeze.
I was lucky the weather was not in the mood of a storm. I managed to
find a forked tree with a long branch wedged in the fork at the right
height to aid my birth. With both hands held high in a tight grasp on
the stick, I pushed down hard and felt a warm movement inside. This I
worked at for sometime pushing harder and harder, breathing and breathing,
push below and pulling on the stick with my hands above. I could feel
the stick begin a great bow from my pressure. This life inside me was moving downward out into the
world. Beyond my control was the will to bear down but so quickly
the progress of the birth was that it will shed all too soon. When I reached down with one hand, I could feel the form of
the small head wet and round now starting to enter the open air. For sometime,
I felt round across the warm head.
I
pulled harder with my other hand on the branch and it bowed still
further with the pressure. Shortly the head was completely free
and I could assist with my free arm, I gently pulling as the body
would follow to the out side world. The skin felt new and crinkled but
I could not tell if the new born was breathing yet or if it was a boy or girl.
Suddenly
with a few last easy pushes and a pull with both hands on the new born
there was the new baby warm wet and slippery in my arms. With one firm slap on
the bottom, the cry of the new born filled the air and I feel back on
the ground relieved once more panting with the new born clutched to my
firm breast. There I lay for some time between exhausted breaths gently
chanting a birth song overcome with joy. It was a new son I held
in my arms and Rangi would be pleased with his new born. As I
chanted and regained my breath I was not even aware of the placenta expulsion,
before, there it was on the ground beside me and I realized that
the cord was still attached to the baby embraced in my arms. Tau
mahi ra, e te iti kahurangi!
There
were few things that were in my fibre kit to cut the umbilical cord but
there were some broad slithers of green glass from a broken bottle found on the island and that I had kept to cut any number
of things as it had a very sharp edge. I used this to cut through
this line that had tied us together. My stomach that had just been full,
fat and round was now withering with lose flaps of skin like that of the baby. As soon as I
could gather my thoughts, the new born was at my raised nipple. My breasts
were firm and full with the liquid before the coming of the new
milk. They had swollen so that when I looked down before this birth
all I could see was them like large round hills and my stomach even rounder
sticking out in front of me. It had all felt heavy.
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