What Christmas Means to Me

Here's a full story I wrote during my family's early Christmas celebration.. 


Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year, just like many other people in this world but all for different reasons. Let me introduce myself, Stella Lewis, a mother of  four, four sweet girls each born in a different seasons, Starla is my Christmas baby (she's the one I'll be talking about). Dec 25th, Supposed to be born in March of the next year. She's eight and I don't want to give too much away. Genevieve (Or Geni) my sweet spring baby is five and just adores being the person who lifts anyone's mood, from sadness, anger to happiness. My ray of sunshine. Trinity and Gemma are my Summer and Autumn babies ages three and two born 365 days apart, Gemma was born the same day Trinity turned one. Each of them special in her own way. But this story we're going to be talking about why Christmas and what it means to me. Almost 10 years ago because Starla as I forgot to mention will be 9. My husband and I found out that we were going to have a baby, we were so excited, weeks later found out that we were going to have twins but sometime in September we lost our little boy....I meant o say November, We named him Noah Ellis. Just when we thought we were baby less our doctor told us that our girl was still alive but with a slim chance of survival. We buried our little boy and I was completely bedridden until Christmas Eve. I went into early labor. On Christmas day at 12:25pm my husband and I received our Christmas gift, our baby girl Starla Cherish,she was three pounds and had trouble breathing. Her lungs  could barely get any air. She stayed in the hospital the first four months of her life, fighting for her life. By the time she was eight months old her lungs cleared up to where she could use them in the way a eight month baby was able to. On her first birthday she caught the bug her cousins passed around. At first thought nothing about it other than being a bug, instead of healing it landed our year old daughter once again in the hospital. That year she spent three months out of the hospital. I spent night after night praying for my baby girl. I prayed to God putting my daughter's life in his hand. I wanted his will to be done in my daughter's life. Woke up Christmas day to my baby laughing and saying "Merry Bwithday", talking for one, two looking better than I had seen her in the months we spent in the hospital. I had never heard of a Christmas miracle for I grew up never celebrating Christmas. My father was always drafted on Christmas and by the time I was 10 he was killed, my mom remarried to a man who should have been my dad. He was there for me all through middle school, High school and college and when my mom died (she killed herself on her birthday when I was 17) He has been there for me even through the times my daughter was in the hospital. He used to tell me that miracles are all around us especially at Christmas time. But I never believed in him but seeing my baby girl talking and looking better made me wonder if miracles were real. We left the hospital the next day and Starla has not been since been in the hospital besides for broken bones. Ever since we have been able to celebrate Christmas and expand our family and are continuing to since this newest member is going to make his appearance in less than a month. His sisters are happy for a brother because there needs to be a son to make their dad happy. I''m sure my husband will love our newest member girl or boy but he's happy just the same.We're excited for welcoming Cullen Foster in our family and I'm extra blessed and grateful for my Christmas miracle daughter..
Stella Lewis