August 20, 2014
Well, it finally happened. Mason started Kindergarten today. It’s been an emotional rollercoaster ride for me the past couple of months leading up to this. After all, he is and was my first baby. The first baby I ever really, truly loved. The first baby I wanted to hold all day. The first baby I thought was absolutely perfect in every way. The first baby I cried over and cooed over and worried over; and as my first he will always hold a very sacred place in my heart. I remember one day we I had just spent almost two hours blowing bubbles. That is all he wanted to do. Toward the end I just started crying; I cried, and cried, and cried. I could literally feel myself going crazy from the monotony and repetitiveness of what I was doing. When Rob walked in the door that evening I ran to him and begged him to take Mason…and then the next day it just started over again. On one of those days like that, I began thinking about when he would start school- and thinking it was forever away. But it wasn’t. It came in a flash, and I feel like all I’ve done for the past five years is yelled. I have wished over and over again that I could have those days back- to try them without yelling- but would I really do things differently? Sadly, I don’t know. I don’t have the patience, and Mason is too much like me; but that is a drama for a different evening. Any way.
I thought I was going to be the perfect mom and have everything ready the night before, and have cute signs made, and this awesome breakfast…but then friends came over and the kids played the night away and we got to bed late and woke up only just-in-time. I wouldn’t change a thing though; last night was fun!
You know the day is going to be good when it starts out with one of these (this would be Morgan by the way):
As is usual for Mason, I couldn’t get a single decent picture of him. NOT ONE! Try as I might to have him smile or look at me, he just wouldn’t- or couldn’t. And the maybe two I did get of him with a decent smile of course turned out blurry…so…this is what you get.
He has three friends from our ward in his class. I’ve been a little worried about him on the playground because he doesn’t do well in large groups (kinda like me…kinda shuts him/me down for some reason), so when I asked him if he played with anybody at recess I was relieved to her him say he played with Nora…and that she ate his nose. haha! When I asked him what his favorite part about school was he said, “riding the bus”. PS- when I looked up the bus schedule it said his bus got there at 7:59. We arrived at his bus stop at 7:55 and barely made it. Good thing Rob had the day off and so we were early getting places. haha!
When grandma asked him what he learned, he said, “to be quiet”. BAHAHAHAHA!!! Ya right! hahaha! Anyway. I asked him what he had for lunch; he said “a new sandwich that was really good” but he didn’t know what it was. He said his teacher is very nice and very fun. He said he met new friends but does not know their names. All of the classrooms have the theme of some college- his is Harvard (yes!). Other than that…I couldn’t get much out of him. 
When I saw him just after 3pm today he was still in high spirits (oh, this week is early out)- and he stayed that way the entire day. I hope this good mood and happiness for school lasts him a long, long while.
I was worried that I would bawl my eyes out…but I didn’t. I cried three times today: 1) when I walked away from his classroom, 2) when I walked in to Primary Children’s later that day, and 3) on the drive home from Primary’s while thinking about Mason. I got to thinking about how when we drove up to the school the place was surrounded by parents from our ward and our neighborhood. Mothers making sure their kids had gotten there safely or who work there, and fathers who do volunteer work there making sure the students stay safe. I started to cry because I was relieved; I knew Morgie and I may get lonely for him- but Mason was going to be perfectly ok. He is surrounded by wonderful people that we know and trust and love, and I will be eternally grateful we found this home, this neighborhood, and this ward.
Now… on to the PCMC part of the day.
As mentioned in the previous post, when Cam was checked out by the pediatrician after being born they found a heart murmur. Our family pediatrician also heard it on follow-up appointments, so sent us to PCMC to have it checked out; today was our first appointment.
The drive down was awesome! Mason was in school; Morgan was with Rob, and Cam was asleep, so I turned up the tunes and put the air how I wanted it and had a marvelous, cry-free drive down to Salt Lake. I mentioned above that the second time I cried today was at Primary’s. This happened when I walked in it’s doors. I did not want to be there. This was the place where people found out their babies have diabetes (my sister and I and several friends were diagnosed there); or cancer; or heart problems. There were parents holding and pulling little kids everywhere. It was a little overwhelming for me.
Thankfully I could not sit and think about it for long because my father-in-law and his friend met me shortly there-after with diet coke and subway. YAY! They were kind enough to stay with me the entire visit. I was so grateful because it was a long 2.5 hrs sitting and waiting for doctors/nurses/technicians/tests, etc. Grandpa Clayton had a lot of fun checking out Rob and I’s hairy little monkey.
She explained as long as he keeps growing well though, and eating and breathing do not become difficult for him, they will not do anything for it. If at some point he does quit eating/growing like he currently does then they would do surgery to close it up. Either way she said prognosis is good and he will develop perfectly fine 
And now just some random Cam pictures for the grandmas, grandpas, and aunties out there;
