Our first Christmas

As the days turned into weeks, my little man and I got into a rhythm. I survived the first few weeks of breast feeding and I hadn’t killed him yet. I wouldn't say we were on a schedule, but we were managing. Fortunately he was an incredibly healthy baby. I lived in fear of colic, or worse. I worked at the time in the admissions department of a hospital. I remember seeing some incredibly sick children come through our doors, and wondered what I would do if my child was born with or developed a serious illness. But I suppose that is no different that any other parents. I just had a front row view.

Our first Christmas was incredibly fun …..for me. My baby at 4 weeks, couldn’t do more than stare at the Christmas lights, but that didn’t stop me from wrapping gifts for him to put under the tree. Of course looking back, it was a little ridiculous. I mean, I had just wrapped them myself. But it was important for me to establish I think in my own mind, that we were a family, just the two of us, and this is what families do. And I must say, as silly as it was, it was fun to open all of those gifts.