My Christmas baby

We celebrated my son, Neil’s, 42nd birthday, today. Lots of love and laughter!!

The story below appeared in my Facebook memories today, December 8, 2020.

Neil Coulombe, in answer to the question you asked me earlier, you were born at 5:12 PM on Friday, December 10, 1971, at the Riverside Hospital. You weighed a solid seven pounds and you were the cutest baby in the nursery.

December 10th was a beautiful, crisp, snowy day. I had cleaned the house and done all the laundry. The nursery was all ready and waiting for my little Christmas baby.

After dinner, I took a bath, turned on the Christmas tree lights, and settled down on the sofa with Angie to read Christmas stories…and that’s when you signalled to me that you were ready to make your appearance.

Off to the hospital I went and waited patiently while you meandered your way into the world the next day at dinnertime. But, you were so worth waiting for!!!

I loved you then. I love you still. I always have. I always will!!! Happy Birthday, son!! xoxo

(P.S. Although my water had broken the night before you were born, my labour was non-existent until the last hour or so. Your birth was complicated by the umbilical cord wrapping around your neck. Your first sound was a hoarse cry. Also, you had waited so long to be born after my water broke that your skin was very dry and you had to have cream massaged into it every day. You were the quietest baby, ever…until Christmas Eve, when you cried non-stop the entire day. It was the first day of many months of severe cholic. I almost wore out the floor under the rocking chair in your room. Poor little guy! Once the cholic passed, you were, once again, the quietest baby, ever. You slept like a rock. In fact, I could even vacuum under your crib while you slept without disturbing you.

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