What Christmas miracle has happened in your life? You shared memories about miracle pregnancies, births, recoveries, and more. Thank you for sharing such true and tender stories with us -- we were touched by the miracles you will never forget. Read the wonderful holiday stories and remember your own.
I found out I was pregnant on Christmas Eve, exactly a month after my doctor told me that I was unable to have children! - Liz Casarrubias
I felt my baby move for the first time on Christmas morning. It was the best. - Dawn Ditto Hulett
We found out three weeks before Christmas that we were pregnant after four years of trying! - Jennifer White
My second son was due on Thanksgiving Day two years ago. We saw in an ultrasound that he had a cleft lip and palate and a small spot on his brain. [The doctors] warned us he may not survive. We decided to continue the pregnancy and leave it up to God. He was born exactly one week early with no complications (other than his cleft), and he was able to spend his first Thanksgiving at home. He will be 2-years-old tomorrow and he has changed our lives forever. - Shelly Dennison
During December of 2008 I was pregnant with my first child, a girl, and we were all excited. That same December my sister got married, and the week before Christmas she told me she was pregnant, too! She already had two boys, but we were pregnant together with our daughters. They are seven months apart and best friends. - Holly Hewitt
When my son was 2-years-old, he asked Santa for a baby for Christmas. On Christmas Day, my son asked where his baby was and we told him, "Santa can't bring babies." He looked at me and said, "Silly mommy, she's in your belly." I took a pregnancy test and, sure enough, I was pregnant! My daughter was born 12 days after my son's birthday, and now he calls her his Christmas and birthday present! - Jenn Turner
When I was 16, I was told I had a rare medical condition and I would never have children. I looked at the doctor, smiled, and said, "Miracles happen to those who believe." That night, I got on my knees and prayed for a blonde, blue-eyed little girl. I prayed that same prayer every night for 14 years. On Thanksgiving Day 2001, a blond, blue-eyed 19-month-old baby girl moved into our home. She is now our oldest of three adopted miracles from God. - Jennifer Poss Taylor
I was due February 21. I was hospitalized and told to plan [my baby's] funeral after my water broke at 19 weeks on a Thursday night. The following Monday, an ultrasound showed my [amniotic sac] had sealed back up! My doctors were shocked. They said they had only seen one case of this in 10 years. I was in the hospital on bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy and went into labor again at 28 weeks. On December 5, 2005, I delivered my precious miracle three months early, but she survived! She stayed in the neonatal intensive-care unit for two months and as a Christmas gift to us, the nurses made a picture with her nestled down in a stocking. She was so little she fit into a Christmas stocking! Her whole life has been a miracle. God is good! - Favor Miller Collins
After years of failed infertility treatments, a failed adoption, and being scammed by a birth mother, our dreams of becoming parents came true through a birth adoption during the Christmas season of 2007. Our son Samuel was born December 11, 2007, and we all made it home together five days before Christmas to celebrate the best Christmas miracle ever. - Amanda Hairston Pritchard
In 2006, I was blessed with a daughter. Five months into my pregnancy, I found out she had Down Syndrome. When she was born on July 12, she had a hole in her heart. By the time she was four-months-old, she had developed a second hole. She had her surgery on December 12 and the surgery went fine... eight hours later I got to see her! She looked so tiny and helpless in that little bed with tubes and wires coming out of her. She had some struggles, but we were home five days before Christmas! She is my miracle because if she didn't have the surgery, I wouldn't have her today. - Jenny Collins
My oldest child was born five days before Christmas. My second child was born two days after Thanksgiving. My third child's birthday sometimes lands on Martin Luther King Day, and my youngest child was born three days before Mother's Day. - Katie Cannon Dixon
Our twin sons were born on December 20, 2009, after using assisted reproductive technology. On December 23, one of them was diagnosed with an extremely rare heart defect, and he spent the next few days over the holidays fighting renal failure, congestive heart failure, and pulmonary hypertension -- just to name a few of his problems. Blood transfusions kept him alive and there were several nights in the neonatal intensive-care unit where we were told, "If he makes it through the night...".
On January 5, 2010, our son's health was stable enough to attempt surgery, and his heart was repaired during 8 hours of surgery. He spent one week in the pediatric intensive-care unit recovering and he came home at 40-days-old completely healthy. He truly was a miracle that holiday... the season will always hold these memories for us. - Holly Davidson Pierpont
On December 22, 2009, our daughter was born. We had tried for nine years to conceive and nine doctors had told us it would never happen. - Polly Barse Fleming
My daughter was born on Christmas Eve three years ago. Last year, we found out on Thanksgiving Day that we were expecting again -- after 18 months of trying and three losses. This year, I will be celebrating the holidays with two beautiful children. - Andrea Roesberg Fiebelkorn
My husband was on his second 15-month deployment to Iraq. He had been moved out of Iraq and was waiting in Kuwait to come home but was unsure when he would get a flight out. Maybe Christmas Eve, maybe after Christmas. It was so disheartening. He was right there at our fingertips, and I wished he could be home with me and our 2-year-old son on Christmas morning. We got our wish! After waiting a few hours on the ceremony field, my son and I ran into our soldier's arms at 3:30 a.m. on Christmas morning. It was the best Christmas miracle and present we could ask for. Santa really came through that year! - Sandra January Dasilva
When I was younger, my parents moved my three brothers and me from Cincinnati to Georgia. We were there for a week before one of my brothers, Billy, had a seizure. I ran next door to call an ambulance and he was taken to the emergency room. No one knew what was causing the seizures. My mom stayed at the hospital with Billy while my other brothers and I stayed with a cousin.
My dad took my brothers and me back to Cincinnati around Christmastime so we could be with our grandparents and family. We thought it was going to be the worst Christmas ever without Mom and Billy. On Christmas morning, we woke up to find Mom and Billy had come back home! Billy was doing a lot better and we were able to spend that Christmas with the family together! I will never forget the feeling I got seeing them there that morning! - Beth Robers
I spent 10 years away from my ex-husband after our divorce. We had one daughter together who was 1-month-old when he last saw her. My 10-year-old daughter had lost both grandparents (my mom and dad) around the holidays and we needed a happy miracle. My daughter was curious about finding and meeting her father.
A week before Christmas, I reached out to my ex's family and connected on the phone. My daughter and I flew from California to Florida on Christmas Eve. Christmas Day, we reunited with my ex-husband for the first time. One week after we went back to California, my ex decided he didn't want to spend another day away from us. He moved to California and a month later, on Valentine's Day, we remarried. This past March we had twins -- a girl and a boy. We are now a happy family of five. I thank God for putting us back together, giving us new baby twins, and giving my 12-year-old daughter a father, a brother, and a sister. - Maria Paciocco Bredeson
I met my husband on Christmas Day! I had a crush on him in middle school, but he never knew who I was. Years later, after high school, one of my girlfriends (who was dating his brother) set us up on a blind date. I wasn't sure if I wanted to date, so I continued to turn it down until Christmas night when I had to drop off gifts at her house. I thought it was a good opportunity to meet [the guy] without pressure. When I walked in, I turned bright red once I realized who it was! We hit it off right away and will have been together for six years this Christmas! - Andrea Pye
My husband was born on December 23, 1979. That is my holiday miracle because if he hadn't been born, he wouldn't be in my life and we wouldn't have our wonderful son! - Amy Cloude Turner
My holiday miracle came in the form of a "Christmas angel" in December 2004. I had left my abusive husband a few months earlier, but. I was behind on my rent and on the point of eviction. I had scheduled a payment plan with the apartment office, but my son had been sick and in the hospital, so I missed two weeks of work. I only had enough money to cover half of the rent payment. I was told that I had to pay my last rent payment in full or I would be taken to court.
In tears, I went to the management office with the money I had. With a surprised look on her face, the manager asked, "Is this for next month's rent?" "No," I said. "I'm still behind on this month's. This is all I have." With a smile on her face, she said, "Your rent for this month has been paid in full, as well as half of next month's rent." "Are you sure?," I asked. "I didn't pay it." She responded, "A Christmas angel paid your rent and requested I don't tell you who it was." I was speechless!
With the few dollars I had, I bought some gifts for my kids. On Christmas morning, as we were getting up, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find a big bag full of gifts for my children. It brought tears to my eyes. To this day, I don't know who my Christmas angel was, but it was truly a Christmas miracle and a great blessing! - Shanna Nash Beaumont Galindo
My mom had four kids and wasn't doing very well on her feet. Our electricity would get shut off, and she could only afford a few Matchbox cars for my brothers and a Barbie for me and my sister. Someone heard about our troubles and, right before Christmas, someone appeared at our apartment door with bags of presents for my brothers, my sister, and me. She was told not to worry about her electric bill -- it would be paid. That kindness has brought back the Christmas spirit in all of us and it teaches the importance of giving instead of receiving. - Jamila Shalabi
After being a single mom for three years, I met a wonderful man who wanted to marry me. My great aunt threw me a beautiful bridal shower with a Christmas theme. Each guest gave me a Christmas ornament. There were seashells (we were to be married on the beach) and character ornaments with my and my fiance's names on them. My great aunt was the only person who gave me an ornament that said, "Our first Christmas." That party was the last day I saw her. She became very sick with kidney failure (a complication of her diabetes) and passed away suddenly.
Months later, I was very excited to put up the tree in our first home. As I was hanging the ornament on the tree, my young son ran up to hug legs, and my great aunt's ornament slipped from my hand, shattering to pieces on the floor. I had lost our first Christmas ornament and the last thing my great aunt had given me. Over the following weeks, I searched everywhere I knew for this ornament hoping to replace it, only to find out the ornament had been discontinued.
On Christmas morning, I opened a gift from my sister-in-law and there was the same ornament! I was brought to tears. My sister-in-law didn't know what had happened to my great aunt's ornament and she didn't even remember me getting the same ornament at my bridal shower. It was one of those rare moments, as an adult, that I felt the magic of Christmas. Now every year I make sure to hang the beautiful mirror heart up high on my tree. I think of my Aunt Jeanie and my sister-in-law, Maya, my family, and the true meaning of Christmas. - Rebecca May
Last year was the first Christmas that my then-5-year-old daughter and I spent together. When she opened her small gifts, she was so thankful, but I was so sad that I could not give her more. Later, during the car ride to my mom's house, my daughter told me the best part about Christmas was getting to spend it with me and meeting her real dad. This makes me cry when I think about my sweet child. - Jennifer Mitchell
Two years ago, I couldn't afford to buy Christmas presents. I had met a deployed military officer online and we were becoming friends. One day six huge presents showed up at my house for my son. The military office had sent them from Iraq. He told me, growing up, his mother was a single mom with six kids who didn't have money. Every year, a military base would give his family gifts. It was one of the reasons he joined the army. His kindness made our Christmas. - Amber Grif
When my daughter was 4 or 5, I was a single mother living in a run-down, smelly apartment. Even though I worked a full-time job, things were very tight. We managed to get a little tree for Christmas, but there wasn't any money for presents. I had been to church that day and prayed for a little help. That night, as we were sitting alone in the house, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and there was a jar and an envelope with my name on it. The envelope contained $200 and the jar had about $40 dollars in it! I cried and cried and thanked God for whoever it was that felt it in their hearts to help us out that Christmas. I never found out who it was, but I am eternally grateful for the kindness and charity. That experience has stayed with me and it always helps me remember what Christmas is really all about. - Liz Duttons
When I was 6-years-old (I am now 34), I wanted a pair of Velcro shoes more than anything in the world. My family and I were traveling to Kentucky to spend the holidays with relatives when a snowstorm forced us to stay in a hotel in Illinois. I was so afraid Santa wouldn't know we were in a hotel, but, of course, he knew exactly where we were. I woke up to find a brand new pair of pink Velcro shoes -- by far the best gift I have ever received.
To make that hotel stay even more memorable, my older brother and I swam in disposable swimsuits (we hadn't packed swimsuits) from the front desk. That Christmas was a classic family story -- and it prompted a lifetime habit of always taking a swimsuit when we traveled. Years later, we stopped in the same city in Illinois on the way to Kentucky, and we made it a point to stay in that exact same hotel. It brought back such wonderful memories. - Kelly Hoerter
In 2007, I was told I was going to die of complete liver failure within six months and there was nothing anyone could do. I had been adopted through a closed birth adoption, so much of my medical history was a mystery. Once I was admitted into the hospital, I was diagnosed with neuropathy, cystic fibrosis, and cirrhosis. I bounced back from death's door to become a moderately healthy 25-year-old. I started going to college again and, in 2009, I married.
My dream of having a family of my own was almost complete except for one thing: I was told I would never be able to get pregnant. I didn't give up hope, however, for if I had beaten the odds once, I could do it again.
Right after Christmas, I began vomiting and was dizzy and weak, so my husband took me to the hospital. I was scared and anxious -- I did not want to be at death's door again at such a young age. I had too much to live for. The doctor came into the room and, suddenly, I had another reason to stay alive. I was pregnant! My jaw dropped to the floor. My husband said I had the biggest smile he'd ever seen plastered on my face -- and it was there to stay.
I saw numerous doctors and I was told the pregnancy could be dangerous for my baby's life and my own life. I was told the baby would probably be born prematurely. I was told the baby might not survive once I delivered. Doubts kept creeping into my head, but all I could do was have faith in my body and put the rest in God's hands. My due date came and went, but my baby girl (yes, I was having a baby girl!) did not want to come out. The night before I was to be induced, I was praying to God that everything would be okay. I prayed with all my might when I saw this bright light shoot across the sky. It was a shooting star, the first I had ever seen!
Later, Alexis Jordan-Lynn was born. She was the most beautiful baby girl I had ever laid eyes on. My broken, damaged body had made this beautiful little thing. Every day is a precious miracle and I don't take anything for granted. Alexis is coming up on her very first Christmas and she is in perfect health. I still wonder about that shooting star, and I think that was God's way of saying my prayers would be answered and they have been, in every way possible. - Christine Marie Rutledge Marsh
I spent the latter part of my teen years in-and-out of a children's hospital. As the oldest patient, I isolated myself because little children annoyed me. One December in the hospital, I was told there were no private rooms. I was going to be placed in the pediatric intensive-care unit and stuck in a room with three babies. As the month went on, those three babies were released and one new baby took their places. He was born at just 22 weeks and weighed about 1 pound. He was so tiny but had a set of lungs on him.
One day, he wouldn't calm down. I couldn't find a nurse or his mother, so I crawled out of bed, picked the little guy up, and started to rock him and sing to him. For almost 10 minutes, I held this little guy and my heart started to melt. I started crying, not just because of this tiny miracle I was holding, but I was letting out three years of anger towards life and God. All of this because one crying little baby boy wanted comfort. My miracle was becoming alive again on the inside. I started living, opened up to love again, and I'm on my way to becoming a pediatric nurse. - Leanna Summers
When my daughter was diagnosed with a cancerous tumor, our entire world turned upside down. During my daughter's 10 months of chemotherapy, my grandmother became ill. She told me she wanted my daughter to get better and for my husband and I to have another child. (We had been trying to have another child for two years and were advised to try in vitro fertilization.) Three weeks after my grandmother died, we found out I was pregnant. In my heart, I know my grandmother had something to do with it. Then my daughter's tumor was removed and she finished chemo; she is now in remission. Six days before Christmas, we had our beautiful son and it was the best Christmas we've ever had. - Danielle Miner Arcadi
My daughter was diagnosed with cancer as a child. She received treatment and went into remission on November 29, 2005. This year she will be cancer free for five years! Now we have a happy, healthy 8-year-old. We tried for 10 years to have her, so she is a miracle times two! - Kellie Blough Forbes
Last Christmas, I graduated from a Mommy & Me Recovery program and moved into an apartment with my five-month-old daughter. By the grace of some power greater than myself, I beat the odds of a horrible addiction, remain sober to this day, and have started my own handmade business. I take the beauty of each day -- both the struggles and the joys -- one day at a time with my beautiful little girl. - Christine Belske
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