Crying silently over my newborn's warming bed on Christmas Day in 1989 a caring neonatal nurse approached me from behind. "Why are you crying?" she asked, "It's Christmas!" I had given birth to a tiny baby boy ten days earlier. Born at 28 weeks he barely weighed 2 pounds. "I've never held him", I replied. She seemed rather surprised and said, "Well, lets see if we can do something about that." Moments later I sat in a rocking chair in ICU cradling my first baby. Never mind that he was connected to all kinds of tubes and machines, he was also connected to me! It is almost twenty years later and that tiny baby is now 6 feet, 180 pounds, a sophomore in college and the picture of health. I wish that special nurse knew that what she gave me was the best Christmas present ever and the most memorable holiday moment of my life.