She left him to whatever he needed to do and did her best to assure the women that the business was best focused on the birthing at the moment.
There was a lot of shuffling around, orders barked, and crying from the mother. Water, oil, cloths were exchanged with frequency. Controlled chaos, that was how Taweret worked. She really considered getting herself a lady or two to just assist who knew what she wanted and how to make things more efficient but it always made the women more comfortable to have someone they knew around.
It seemed like an eternity before the first newborn cries were heard. But it monumentally was handed to the other present midwife to be cleaned and wrapped while Taweret focused on the mother... who was still bleeding. She said nothing, she didn't have to... the other women knew. There was a bowl with a remedy prepared, to help clot... even inside... but, there was never a guarantee. She was not going to be able to move much for days until she was stronger.
That was if she even survived.
Taweret went to wash her hands and forearms, “if there is a wet nurse nearby, you best get her on standby.” The order was to the other midwife. At the nod, she continued, “best fetch her now, to be safe. Tell her why. Tell her Taweret send you. The demons have no interest in you. Go.”
Then, to the man who had been loitering and... helping, as she moved to the infant, quieter, she said in the desert tongue, “let her pass, she needs to fetch the wet nurse in case the mother does not live.”