Today is exactly one week before Christmas... a special day that I have marked for more years than I care to remember. Sometimes it's best not to remember how many years... and just enjoy the moment you are in.
A Christmas That Would Change My Life...Forever!
A Christmas baby… I was going to have a Christmas baby! The news made my mind spin with delight. I was a Christmas baby, well sort of. I had been born exactly a week before Christmas and my mother had always proclaimed that I was the best Christmas present she ever received. I loved to hear her tell of how she brought me home on Christmas day and that I was my brother’s “baby doll.” The thought of my having a real Christmas baby was better than any vision of sugar plums, though the thought did seem to dance in my head.
Dr. Chris looked at me with quiet resolve. “Hmm-m-m… December 25th. Let’s make that December 26th, I’ve never delivered a baby on Christmas in all these years. We’ll plan on the 26th.” I understood why he may not want to interrupt his holiday to deliver a baby, but I smiled back with my own quiet resolve. My baby would be born on Christmas.
Christmas morning we arose early to two little ones with bright eyes of Christmas delight. Nathan, three, and Lexi, twenty months, kept us busy as we discovered what Santa had left under the tree and one by one unwrapped our gifts. I was still certain that this would be the day my Christmas baby would be born..
Soon, it was time to make the drive to Grandma's house for the family Christmas party. I quietly packed two suitcases, one for Nathan and Lexi, with several days clothing, and one for me, with the things I would need at the hospital and sweet tiny clothes for my new little baby. Dr. Chris had assured me days earlier that we were on track for a “day after Christmas baby.” Determined to prove him wrong, I simply replied, “Have a Merry Christmas!” I knew in my heart that I was going to deliver a Christmas baby.
The drive to Grandma’s was especially long. Little arms and legs were tired of being in such cramped quarters and were causing me such discomfort. I would gently rub the protrusion on my bulging stomach until the little limb would pull back, giving me temporary relief until the next time. My family each expressed surprise at seeing me as we joined the Christmas party, they thought I surely would have delivered by then. I assured them that all was well.
Precisely at 4:00 p.m. I began to feel contractions. We were in the middle of opening presents when I whispered to my husband to help me time them. Within an hour the contractions were quite regular and I became very much aware that I was a such long way from my doctor and the hospital. I quietly but emphatically announced that we would be leaving for the hospital. Now.
“Can you wait for something to eat?” someone queried as they realized dinner was about to be served.
“No, we’re going now” I softly replied between contractions as I directed Mark to get the kids suitcase from the car. Grandma was surprised to discover that we were so prepared and had thought to bring a suitcase for my little ones. Of course, I knew that everything was working according to plan.
The drive was especially long for Mark. My contractions were getting longer and more frequent, I was sure that he was becoming more and more concerned. It was a 2 hour drive to the hospital. We finally arrived with little time to spare. Dr. Chris greeted us, somewhat relieved that we had waited until evening, giving him time to spend Christmas with his family. He asked me how my day had been and I replied that the only part of Christmas that I missed was Christmas dinner. The labor progressed well, just as we had anticipated and at exactly 9:00 p.m. my Christmas baby was born.
His cry pierced the quiet hush of the “Silent Night." "A boy" the doctor proclaimed with a twinkle in his eye. And he has ten fingers and ten little toes. I smiled with quiet contemplation as I realized that indeed all was well.
Later that night, my beautiful little boy was brought to me, all clean and warm and snugly in a Christmas stocking, and sleeping soundly I might add. I gazed into his perfect little face and pondered on the night’s experience. It was Christmas night, a sacred, holy night. I looked through my window at the new fallen snow below. All was calm and all was bright. I couldn’t help but wonder about the night our Savior was born so long ago. Tears filled my eyes as I compared my conditions in this clean and quiet hospital room with the manger of the Savior’s birth. There was no sound of animals, no straw surrounding me as I cradled my son within my arms, but the room was filled with a wonder and peace that filled my soul. That night I felt a closeness that returns to me each time I hear the song “Silent Night, Holy Night”. A Christmas baby... I had given birth to a Christmas baby and it changed my life forever.
I've now made it halfway through
my Twelve Days of Christmas theme,
another reason to celebrate.
A beautiful story, happy 6th day.ReplyDelete
I enjoyed the touching story of your son's birth. How special to deliver a Christmas baby! Happy 6th day to you.ReplyDelete
happy birthday Meredehuit I hope your large family are spoiling you today and doing the work for you, FrancesReplyDelete
So I guess it is your birthday! Happy Birthday to you! This is a very sweet story! You knew it all along!! I have been enjoying your days of Christmas stories but one thing has been puzzling me . . . I have for years now celebrated the twelve days of Christmas but starting with Christmas and going to Jan. 5. Is your way a special tradition in some countries? You may have explained this in your first post and I have forgotten. It is so interesting how different traditions live side by side.ReplyDelete
Happy birth day and this was such a lovely story. It was touching your last paragraph as we all do have so much to thankful for. You were very specially blessed.ReplyDelete
Happy Birthday! This was a very good read. You got your Christmas wish. Any other Christmas babies in the family?ReplyDelete
Happy Birthday! What an amazing story!!! What a blessing you received that day...and each Christmas :-)ReplyDelete
What a beautiful and special story and experience you will cherish forever! Happy 6th day to you Happy Birthday to your son!ReplyDelete
Thank you so much for sharing this personal story with us, Meredehuit. I am touched by your quietly beautiful narrative.ReplyDelete
What a beautiful story, Meredehuit. Thank you for sharing it - Merry Christmas!ReplyDelete