Incidentally, my oldest was born on the second day of Succos, which, that year, turned out to be a Friday. Being the young, naive, unprepared wolf cub I was at the time, I had *nothing* for a Shalom Zachor that I needed to have *that night* in a succah (and I couldn’t buy anything because it was Yom Tov). On top of that, I had to spend most of the day walking around Brooklyn to tell people about the baby being born.
Fortunately, with the help of very kind friends, neighbors and families, a nice Shalom Zachor was managed.
The Wolf