On this day, 44 years ago, my mother was serenaded by Christmas carolers as she walked the halls of the hospital. She was in labor, and the way she tells the story now, those singers made being in the hospital so close to Christmas a joy.
I emerged into the world at 11:30 p.m., nearly a Christmas Eve baby, but not quite. According to the Farmers’ Almanac, the Donner and Blitzen snowstorm was raging for three days that year across the southern Plains states to New England. When my father came to visit on Christmas Day (new mothers stayed in the hospital longer four decades ago than they do today but for the record, she is 5-foot-3 and I was a 9-pound-8-ounce baby, so decide for yourself if she might have needed a little extra recuperation time), a nurse brought me from the nursery tucked into a Christmas stocking. What a Christmas gift! A bawling, poopy baby unable to eat, dress or talk and who would someday require a college education.
Fortunately, my parents didn’t see it that way and took me home anyway.
Minnesota Transplant celebrates her birthday today, grateful for Christmas carolers, warm stockings and the gift of loving parents.