Growing up as a child was magical. I enjoyed all the Christmas traditions; presents from Santa, Turkey and Ham with family, lot of chocolate and treats, watching Christmas TV and staying up late.
I got fantastic presents over the years but my greatest present of all time was 7 years ago. You see, this time 7 years ago I was pregnant. Due on Christmas day and anxiously waiting on my first little baby’s arrival. Everyone told me “You’ll go over!” “Don’t expect a Christmas baby”. I imagined myself beached on the couch, feet up, unable to move very far stuffing myself with all the Christmas trimmings – everyone jumping at every twinge.
How wrong could I have been! With three days to go and while attending a standard antenatal appointment it was decided that my little lady need to be out – and out there and then. If you haven’t read that story you can catch it here.
Because she was born by C-section I had a 5 day hospital stay – Christmas eve, Christmas Day and St Stephen’s Day were all to be from my hospital bed but clutching the greatest gift I have ever gotten at Christmas time – a beautiful baby girl.
I cannot believe that almost 7 years have passed and I have just come back from seeing her school Carol Service as she waits excitedly for her birthday to arrive. I will never forget the day she arrived. She changed my world forever but only for the good. She brings joy and laughter and so much fun (with a little touch of driving me mad at times!). I love her dearly and will never forget the Christmas that Santa came early with a very special delivery.