Excerpt: The Tudor Queens’ Midwife (The Tudor Queens’ Midwife #1) by Brigitte Barnard
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Book details:
Book Title: The Tudor Queens’ Midwife
Series: The Tudor Queens’ Midwife, Book 1
Author: Brigitte Barnard
Publication Date: January 3rd, 2025
Publisher: independently published
Pages: 299
Genre: Historical Fiction / Tudor Fiction
Any Triggers: Stillbirth


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In the glamorous, glittering and dangerous court of king Henry VIII and his queen Katherine of Aragon, the desperate desire for a healthy male heir overshadows all. Plagued by a series of miscarriages the queen is left grappling with the weight of her singular duty to provide a son for the Crown. Amidst this turmoil the queen turns to Sarah Menendez, the most highly skilled midwife in England. Sarah, exiled from her homeland and concealing her true identity must serve the queen and battle her deepest fears. As Sarah strives to save the queen from the perils of childbirth, the specter of her own past threatens to unravel the carefully crafted identity Sarah has created for herself and her young daughter.
In a world where power, politics and religion collide, Sarah finds herself entangled in a web of intrigue and deadly danger. The fate of the queen’s unborn child, the survival of the midwife and her daughter, and the stability of the kingdom hang in the balance. Sarah Menendez must employ all of her skills, cunning and courage to protect those she holds dear as well as the life of the queen and her unborn child.
The Tudor Queens’ Midwife is a gripping tale of secrecy, sacrifice and religious turmoil amongst the most opulent court the world has ever seen.


We receive a summons from Queen Katherine at the end of August, and we head over to Richmond Palace.
Richmond was built by King Henry VII, the father of our current King Henry. It is entirely made of red brick and is a magnificent castle that appears elegant and menacing in equal measure.
After the long trip downriver, we disembark and walk to the servants' entrance. From there, we are escorted to the queen in her receiving room. Emunah and I sink into curtsies before her. Maria de Salinas is here too, and by the look on her face, she is none too happy to see me again.
“How can I be of service, Your Majesty?”
The queen dismisses her ladies and says, “I find I am once again with child, Sarah."
“That is good tidings indeed! I am so happy to hear it, Your Majesty!” I say. “When was the last day of your courses?”
The queen immediately replies, “The fifth of January.”
I quickly calculate, “So that would make you nearly eight weeks along.”
“Yes,” replies the queen, stroking the silken head of a softly snoring russet spaniel asleep on her lap. “I know it is early days yet, and I hesitated to summon you, but… well… you know what happened last time… Is there anything you can give me to make this child grow strong in my womb so that he will not be born too early?”
“I will leave you a bag of red raspberry leaves, and I will instruct your servant on how to best prepare them for you. You must drink a draught of them every morning and every evening.”
“Thank you. And that will keep the baby from being born too soon?” asks the queen anxiously. The little dog stirs on his mistress’s lap and yawns, looking up quizzically at the queen.
“I hope so, Your Majesty. I have had good luck with it in the past, but as you know, these things are up to God.”
“Yes, of course,” the queen agrees.
We decide that she will contact me if she has any concerns. Otherwise, I would see her in three more months.
—
As the wherryman rows us back to our village, I can’t help but remember the last time we saw the queen and the sad circumstances surrounding the previous pregnancy. I hope this time will be different for her.
Back in Deptford, Emunah and I make our rounds on the local fishermen’s wives, who are in various stages of pre- and post-birth. One woman in particular has me worried. Her name is Ann, and this is her sixth pregnancy in only five-and-a-half years. She has had two miscarriages, is pregnant, and nursing a six-month-old baby.
All this with a two-and-a-half-year-old toddler and a small girl of five years.
We enter her home, a small ramshackle dwelling with dirt floors, two pallets of straw for beds, a rickety old table, and a fireplace in the middle of the house. A small hole is cut in the roof to allow the smoke out. A couple of low stools complete the furnishings. Her six-month-old baby is sitting on the floor with the five-year-old nearby, playing with some pebbles on the hard-packed dirt floor. The house smells rank, and the children’s faces are filthy. Ann is bent over a pot that she is stirring over the fire. I wonder how she keeps her little ones from getting burned by the open fire.
I had grown up in Spain, and there, we had proper fireplaces, which Jacob and I had replicated in our little cottage in Deptford. I had never seen fireplaces in the middle of the room until we moved to England. It doesn’t seem like a safe or effective way to utilize fire.
Ann looks up as we enter her house and gives us a wan smile.
I examine her and determine her to be approximately six months along. Her face, I notice, is already lined and weary looking for so young a woman. I see too that her teeth are much the worse for wear after so many births in such a short time When a woman has too many children too close together her body cannot recover the nutrients it needs. Instead, it will steal the nutrients out of her own teeth and bones. We chat for a bit, and I ask her if she needs a cradle for the new baby. She replies that they have always kept their new babies in bed with them, and it seems to work out just fine. I nod and ask her if there is anything else I can help her get in anticipation of the new arrival.
She is proud and doesn’t want to accept charity, so Emunah and I finish our exam and make our departure.
When we are out of earshot, Emunah says to me, “How can she bear to live like that? Did you see how dirty her children were? The poor things!”
“Yes, I agree," I say, "but fortunately, most of the other people of Deptford live in better conditions. Just be grateful that you can read and write and are learning healing skills so that you never have to depend on a man for your income—not that there’s anything wrong with that, but you have knowledge of healing and midwifery and can make your own way. Women like Ann haven’t got much choice in this life. She’s dependent on her husband for everything she needs, and he is but a poor fisherman.”



Brigitte Barnard is an amateur historian of Renaissance English history and an author of the trilogy The Tudor Queens' Midwife, of which the first book in the series is available. She is currently writing a non-fiction book about Tudor midwifery for Pen and Sword publishing house.
Brigitte is a former homebirth midwife, and she lives at home with her husband and four children. She also raises Cavalier King Charles spaniels.
Author Links:
Website: http://thetudormidwife.com/
Twitter: https://x.com/TheTudorMidwife
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thetudormidwife
Tour hosted by: The Coffee Pot Book Club

Thanks so much for hosting Brigitte Barnard today, with her wonderful novel, The Tudor Queens’ Midwife. Take care, Cathie xx The Coffee Pot Book Club