Christmas Supplement

Mother cherishes memories of son born on Christmas

By Margi Logan (Special to The Criterion)

The best Christmas for me was Dec. 25, 1968. God gave my husband, Mike, and I a baby boy, Tim, our third son, born on Jesus Christ’s birthday.

Our day started quite early because our other two sons, Brian and Joe, could not wait any longer to see what Santa had brought them.

Sleeping in for them that day was probably around 5 a.m. or 6 a.m. Grandma had spent the night with us and she enjoyed watching the children open their presents. She made our day extra special by being there.

My Auntie Vi called before 8 a.m. to tell me that she knew I was going to have a Christmas baby. She did not know that I had been having labor pains for the past three days so I was hoping that she was right.

As the day progressed, the labor pains became a little more frequent, but not bad enough to call the doctor.

I was so grateful that I could be home on Christmas morning to see the boys open their presents. But there were still some places I wanted to go that day.

My brother and his wife were having a wonderful Christmas dinner and party. My husband’s family had hosted us the night before for another great time. I have to admit that I was really enjoying all of these family celebrations. I did not have to cook, clean up or help with anything.

By 6 p.m., my husband and I decided that it was time to call the doctor and go to the hospital.

When I informed the nurses about what a great day I had enjoying the holiday food, they were not too happy with me. I had planned to forgo anesthetic and stay awake for the birth of my baby, but I realize now how careless it was to eat meals while in labor.

God was on our side and our baby was delivered about 9:30 p.m.

Later in the evening, the nurse brought our baby to us dressed in a Christmas stocking. They also gave him a beautiful silver cup.

We were also blessed with two daughters, Beth and Trisha, in later years.

Christmas babies are special, and I feel very honored to have my son share Christ’s birthday.

Our son, Tim, will be 39 this Christmas. How fast the years have gone by. Thank you, son, for the great memories and most of all for being there for us in the good and bad times. We love you.

(Margi Logan is a member of Holy Spirit Parish in Indianapolis.) †