"Halloween--of course he would have to be born on Halloween. This must be some kind of omen," sputtered Aunt Jane." Where--is that Man?"
Doctor Jim arrived at 6:50 p.m. sharp. "R-i-i-ing! Finally, He's here. Thank the good Lord it's you.
"Sorry Jane, I had another birth this evening. How is she doing?"
" I'm not sure. She seems to be in a lot of pain-- more so than she had with
the others. I'm worried, Doc. somethin's not normal," whispered Jane.
While the feet of Witches, Cowboys and Pirates scurried along soggy leaf
strewn streets, weathering wind and rain for their treasures and treats, son
number three made his indelible debut to the Burns' Clan.
"This isn't good. The umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's neck,"
whispered Doctor Jim.
"Well, do something!" Aunt Jane was beside herself, the beads of perspiration
from her hands now sticking to the flour on her apron. Her hands moved like
wiper blades trying to steady their trembling more than ridding them of the
gooey mess. "Oh, fiddle sticks... Please, Doc.--help her!"
"Marie!" shouted the Doctor. His voice echoing from floor to celing. The
sudden shout of her name caused her to gasp, taking in a deep breath.
My insides are being ripped apart and he's screaming my name; is he gone mad!
He worked quickly unraveling the cord from the neck of this
babe. " It's another boy, a little blue in color but a brute of a boy. I'd say
a good nine pounds for certain."
" Well, what on earth was that all about? You scared ten pounds off me with
that screamin' Doc." Exasperated, Aunt Jane plopped herself into a chair
fanning her chubby cheeks with the Readers Digest.
"I had to take a chance that by scaring the dickens out of her, she would take
in a deep breath, allowing me the space I needed to unravel the cord and it
worked, thank God. Sorry about the scare, it was necessary, and you'll be
thanking me for the weight loss," snickered Doc. "All kidding aside, this is
one lucky boy. He would have strangled trying to come into this world, had I
not been able to remove the umbilical cord. There wasn't time to perform a C-Section.
Must be the Good Lord has something special for this lively Halloween Treat,"said the old Physician.
"Is the baby alright Doc? Please tell me my baby's going to be ok."
"Relax marie, he's going to be just dandy. Nine pounds on the nose.
You did good. You had me a little worried there for a minute. He's going to be just fine...nine pounds," said Doc. grining from ear to ear, "of all the times to decide to have a home birth, you deliver a blue pumpkin on Halloween.
Leave it to you Mrs. Burns to make a statement on such an occasion. Well little lady you've had a trying evening, now try to get some rest. I must be on my way. I have one more patient to see, as well as some little Goblins waiting at home."
"You're in good hands. I'm sure that Jane will do all the mothering necessary for both my patients. Doctor's orders--get some rest. I'll be back tomorrow. Happy Halloween ladies and you also,Peter pumpkin eater, ha-ha! No need to see me out, Jane, I know the way."
" Good night Doc. Give our love to Ethel,"said Jane.
" I will, good night."
" How are you feelin' sis? That was quite a scare you gave us."
"I feel like I've been hit by a bus, other than that I'm just exhausted. Did I
hear Doc. say Nine pounds!
"You heard correctly, I thought this one was goin' to walk to his cradle. Well
you just relax and try to get some sleep. I'll take care of your little
bruiser...oh, his name sis--what are we to call this little darlin'?"
"Jonathon after his daddy, Shaun of course in honor of his grandfather; Jon
would be pleased. I hope he won't be disappointed with another boy, he so wanted a girl. What do you think Sis?"
"Don't you fret, one look at this handsome boy and he'll be the proud
daddy, passin' out cigars--you'll see."
"A fine name--a fine name indeed. Now look what you've done?
Never a tissue when you need one." whispered Aunt Jane, "I'll just lay..." a tear fell from her chubby cheek to little Jon's, as both mama and son nodded off to sleep.
"You made quite the entrance, young Mister Burns, gave us a hefty scare
indeed. 'Rocky beginnings make way for smooth endings', now just you remember that, my little pumpkin." Smoothing the blankets, Aunt Jane's lips
gently caressed his button nose. "Sleep well."
There's somethin' different about this one... well time will tell, it always does--yes it always does.