December isn't known to be the hottest month of the year, you'll agree. Fortunately, my partner and I had nine months to prepare to face the cold and ensure that our newborn baby boy did not suffer from it. As we had decided from the start that we did not want a stroller, there was no point in dressing our infant in a big, thick coat, since he would, on each outing, take advantage of either the body heat from her daddy be mine, thanks to the babywearing wrap . 
It is indeed, in the early days, the means of carrying that we found the most comfortable and the easiest to put on. On each of our outings, therefore, we put a comfortable outfit for our son, a hat on his head, put him in the wrap (the Little Knotless Scarf or the Original JPMBB to be precise), and the one of us who wore it was putting on his coat over (when it was really cold, we would add a plaid). The most important thing was that our little boy was comfortable, that he was neither too cold nor too hot, and especially that his airways were clear , because an infant does not know still turn his head on his own and care should always be taken to ensure that he is breathing correctly. 
This is how, from leaving maternity to shopping, including walks and the first family celebrations (I put this last word in the plural, because as so often there are grandparents, uncles and aunts on both sides), our little boy never stepped outside (if I may say so) without being snuggled up against one of us, and this To our delight ! It was also in the wrap and in our arms that he spent his first New Year's Eve. 
We had received two invitations to celebrate the New Year with friends but declined them both, because after having spent rather eventful Christmas holidays, we said to ourselves that it would not be bad to remain a little calm. On the morning of the 31st, we went to do some shopping in order to "mark the occasion". Despite everything, we strolled around the stores and in the shopping mall (not yet stripped of its light decorations), then returned. The day was punctuated by many feedings, kisses, hugs, a bath, naps, diaper changes, awakening phases, kisses, hugs, kisses, hugs (I already have it). said?) and more kisses and hugs (we can never do enough I think). In the evening, we enjoyed our delicious "homemade" meal, taking care not to make too much noise so as not to wake up our little boy who was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, not far from us. Then, we settled down, in all simplicity, on our big sofa to watch a film that we had chosen in love. What is certain is that we did not celebrate the New Year by yelling "Happy New Year!" », But instead, our son, who had woken up shortly before midnight to nurse , gave us the most touching wake-up call by plunging his beautiful blue eyes into ours before falling asleep again. the cutest way ever, in our arms… 
We only had to look at it to know that the coming year would be excellent!