Today is Mason Alexander Paulo's 7th birthday.
7.
like in 3 more birthdays he will be 10. like in 2 more 7's he will be 21. ok i just need to stop.
these past 7 years have been the best 7 years of my life.
all of my children are such blessings, each one of their birthdays are exciting. there is something a little tad different about the first one and not that he means more to me or that i love him more because that is untrue. but when you start to reminisce about that first born, it hits you a little deeper in your heart.
he made me a mom.
i remember not being able to sleep the night before my cesarean because i was so nervous. i was nervous about the surgery, nervous that i wouldn't know how to be a mom, that i wouldn't feel that connection, that i wasn't going to do a good job. we got to the hospital at 6am, i remember stressing on what to wear and i ended up just wearing a long sleeved white shirt with gray yoga pants. i was scheduled at 8am. however, due to some emergencies i didn't go back to surgery till 12:30. the room was cold, sterile and my hands kept on shaking because i was so nervous.
dr. enloe said ok here he comes and i remember there being what seemed like an eternity before i heard him cry, and when i heard his cry, i began crying. shoot im crying right now just typing it out. they dropped the blue barrier and there he was, HUGE and with a scrunched up face and he still had yucky white stuff and blood on him. his dad had the camera to take pictures but he just stood there in shock staring at him like whoa this is my child, this is all real. Mason Alexander Paulo was born at 12:54pm January 25th 2005 weighing 9 pounds 15 ounces and 23 3/4 inches long.
the nurse brought him to me and I kissed him and he was taken out of the room into recovery. i had to sit in a separate room for over an hour before i could be reunited with him. cesareans really suck sometimes, but none the less he was born and it was still a very amazing experience. i love the early memories with him, our routines we had in the morning, letting him sleep on my chest at night because i was too scared to put him down, learning to nurse him and feeling amazed at how a mother body is and how it worked to provide for my child. i remember the first time he smiled at me, the first time he rolled over, ate rice cereal, sat up all by himself, the first time he clung to my neck when i held him. I have these wonderful memories that will always be special to me because they were all firsts for me.
Mason grounded me. he helped me change from being a self centered teenager to a woman who had a purpose. it's just so unreal that it has been 7 years. it was just me and him for awhile, figuring life out. it's surreal to think of how far we have come since then. he is now a big brother to 3 siblings, a first grader who is so brilliant. Mason has this innocence about his personality. he just wants to be everyone's friend. he is such a little boy at heart. he loves being outside, he is full of energy and exuberant about life. he will tell you that his favorite color is blue or red but really it is pink and then he will argue with you that pink is a guy color and that it is totally fine that he loves it. he loves comic books and gets mad at me when i take a black sharpie pen and color in a modest tube top over cat womans cleavage. he loves to read, he is really into chapter books now and is in the accelerated reading program at school. he loves to ride his scooter, play catch with Joe and look for bugs in the back yard. he is only 7 years old and already has his own personal relationship with Jesus and I love seeing it grow. i have always called mason my lovie. he was such a cuddly baby always wanting to be held, he could only sleep if i would lay down with him. when he got to be a toddler, he would stand there and said "i hold you i hold you" asking me to pick him up. we co-slept till i was pregnant with london. he still will come lay on my lap. each of my kids have a nickname that is exclusive to them, and mason's is lovie which is completely suiting to him. i made up a song to sing to Mason when he was about 2 years old. it's called the Mason Paulo song....... so original, i know. he has now made variations for it for each of his siblings, but even rowan says hey lets sing the mason paulo song and then puts his own name into it. anytime he is in a bad mood or upset ill start singing the song and it almost always puts a smile on his face. mason is a big kid, who am i kidding? he is a giant and looks more like an 11 year old than a 7 year old. he eats like a horse and even loves vegetables like asparagus and brussels sprouts. however he doesn't like anything "spicy" and mild salsa is spicy to this kid. he loves to tell jokes, which most of the time aren't very funny but we still encourage him to try....he really wants to be a funny kid :) I love him, every little thing. he is one of the best things to ever happen to me and I love more than I will ever be able to describe on this blog.
Happy Birthday Mason.
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