After the birth, the midwife spoke to the women of the families of the newborn child: "Without sleep you have remained awaiting if possibly our mother Tonan, Cihuapilli, Cihuacoatl, Quilaztli would work, would labor; if possibly your daughter, our child, would take up, would use the shield, the small shield; if possibly she would give off, would cast out her heaviness, her pain; for it exacts a tribute of death. Certainly it is our mortality, we who are women, for it is our battle, for at this time our mother Tonan, Cihuacoatl, Quilaztli exacts the tribute of death." "The maiden has cast forth the baby, our child. By her bravery, in some manner our lord has brought it to pass, has sent it. And here the girl, the maiden, and the youth bring blessings to you; in our time the property, the creation of our lord arrives; it appears on earth--the precious necklace, the precious feather. Here you look into its face: the thorn, the spine of the grandfathers, the grandmothers; the chip, the flake of those who already have gone to reside in the beyond, the old men, the old women." "The truth is that through our lord we seem to dream, to see in our dreams, to look into the face of the one who has arrived, the precious necklace, the precious feather, the baby, which has been flaked off here." "Our lord the creator, the master, Quetzalcoatl, flakes a precious necklace, places a precious feather, here on your neck, at your breast, in your hands he places a precious necklace, a precious feather, the incomparable, the wonderful, the precious, the priceless, the rare."