I know that probably sounds like a pretty weird thing to write but Halloween has a special meaning for me as 8 years ago on 31st October I gave birth to my middle son.
He had been due on 26th October and as my eldest had been early, I assumed that he would be the same. As the days went on I clearly remember making really stupid jokes about him being a Halloween baby as well as saying on at least more than one occasion that I would be absolutely horrified if I gave birth on Halloween. Well, you know what they say….’What you think about is what you get!’
I went into labour at around 3pm on 30th October confident that I would have a new baby way before the stroke of midnight.
I couldn’t have been more wrong! I was sent back home and that’s where I stayed until 3am the next morning at which point there was no going back. I was having a Halloween baby whether I liked it or not.
Back to hospital I went and 3 hours later I found myself lying on a labour ward bed. As I tried my hardest to pull the midwife’s arm out of her socket, I looked out of the window to see a huge full moon.
Oh no!! As if having a Halloween baby wasn’t bad enough, there was a great big full moon…was he about to emerge howling!
A couple of pushes later and my little boy was born. It was a huge relief to see that he wasn’t a werewolf!
Every birthday since middle son has had a Halloween party and this year will be no different. Half a dozen 8 year olds will be descending on us this year dressed as skeletons, zombies or Dracula. I’ll drag out the decorations, fill up a huge bowl with sweets and three exhausting hours later the little monsters will leave happy if not a little hyper active!!
I love halloween!!
