These are some wonderful days! Our little Mason is developing such a personality. He loves to smile and laugh out loud and each moment near him is pure joy. He loves watching his brothers and sisters and they love him so much. So much so that Jaylen loves to squeeze him tight; much to the annoyance of little Mason, who in turn tries with all his might to escape her clutches.
Last week we all headed to Grandma's house in Deming to take her to the bank. After the post office said they had not received Grandma's renewal payment for her po box of some 30 plus years, they gave away her box two weeks after the expiration/renewal date. So there we were, faced with changing over all important bills, insurances, etc. While we were at the bank officer's desk I asked Jordyn to take Mason, Matthew and Jaylen over to the fireplace while we dealt with changing the address on Grandma's account. In short order, I heard a thud and then Mason's hurt cry. I quickly got up and found Jordyn holding Mason and telling me that she thinks he got a little hurt. Apparently, Jordyn entrusted Mason to Matthew and Jaylen and a swivel chair! They had spun the chair around and Mason flew off. He got a little bump on his head but thankfully he seemed fine. I sent them all outside to wait it out. Within a few minutes I saw a parade of little bodies coming in to get some water from the fountain, all with bright red faces. I think I may have gotten in trouble with some authority if they knew I sent them out alone but I was upset that they hurt their sweet, little brother. As we were leaving Matthew pointed out the spot where he had peed while outside. This being right outside one of the banks large windows, some officer got quite a show. Needless to say, I won't be taking them back to the bank anytime soon.
Our traditional 4th of July camping trip included Mason this year. He loved being out in the woods and was so happy almost the entire time. Another big event happened the week leading up to our camping trip; Mason learned to crawl! He looks so precious scooting around, changing from crawling on hands and knees, to putting one leg out and pushing his butt forward. If you just take a look at him you would never, ever imagine he has a congenital heart defect that affects every aspect of his living.
Knowing he has something so wrong with his heart isn't the problem. It's the wondering when his heart won't work anymore that creeps up in my mind when I least want it to. There isn't anyway to explain this to "normal" people, only those that are going through this can truly understand the hurt you feel to know there is always something about to happen around the corner. The only solace is that I think we can all get comfort in knowing we are not alone in dealing with this. That doesn't sound that great either...Knowledge-it's not all that great is it?
