Last week, I talked about the time my wife whacked me in the head during labor and how I almost passed out after the birth of my son because my brain isn’t used to feeling so much pleasure. Two years later, I found myself in the same situation on Halloween Day.
The second time around is hugely different, thanks in large part to the fact that my wife and I knew what to expect. As with our first child, we were lucky enough to have a smooth labor without any complications. This time, I didn’t mess up the breathing rhythm, and I didn’t drop the camera.
Remembering how light-headed I got the first time around, I crouched down with my head between my knees as soon as our daughter had been born. The medical staff asked me if I was okay, but this time the rush of endorphins didn’t leave me on the verge of unconsciousness.
“I’m fine,” I said, then cut the umbilical cord and did a little happy dance as my daughter hugged her mother for the first time. It turns out that blood flow to your brain is something that can be at least partially controlled in times of stress, as long as you know what’s coming.
Our daughter was a Halloween baby, and I understand that holiday parents sometimes get worried about that sort of thing. I can’t speak to babies born on Christmas or other major holidays, but I can say without hesitation that Halloween birthdays are great. Let me give you some reasons.
Charlie Brooks 