In telling the birth story of both our children, it seems that starting the day before seems best. We spent Christmas Eve in a flurry of baking (Joshua), cleaning (Joshua again) and resting (Laura). Along with cleaning the entire house, Joshua baked all the holiday cookies (anise, biscotti, orange shortbread) and an amazing povitisia well into the night on Christmas Eve's Eve and Christmas Eve. He was an animal of productivity ... and probably a little sleep deprived.
Late in the afternoon of Christmas Eve, my parents arrived much to all our delight. We attended the 4pm Christmas Mass and luckily someone gave up their seat for me because I don't think I could have endured the crowded standing-room only section along the pews. After Mass we came home to a fantastic meal of Omaha steaks and all the fixings. Before Alma went to bed, we put out cookies, milk and carrots for Santa and his reindeer. The adults spent the evening watching the Sound of Music. It was ideal.
We also spent some time dressing Alma up in her Halloween costume and taking silly photos of "Mary" (Laura) riding her "donkey" (Alma).
All of this was just a set up for the 3:30am-Christmas-morning-dream-ending contraction that started James's labor process.
The rest of the birth story will follow tomorrow...
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