Mason Carter
The day I found out I was pregnant with my third baby I was in full blown tears. I couldn't believe it happened again! I mean how in the world did that happen? Just kidding I know how it works trust me. But at the time it was the worse time to have a blessing arrive. Not very many people know this but Dennie and I had split up, for so many reasons. We had officially hit the bottom in our marriage. Times were incredibly hard for us all. Young and dumb were our middle names. Looking back now I know why God had sent Mason. They say blessings come when you least expect them.
No one wants to replay the difficult times we went threw so I will fast forward to the day Mason was born. If you have followed my blogs you know how and where Mason entered this beautiful world. Just a few words can express the pain and the feeling of having your child at home and so unprepared. I was truly blessed to have Mason and myself healthy and in no harm. Blessed to have my mom on the phone calling the police, reassuring me everything will be okay. To my best friend being able to drive over so quickly to help position me, dress me, check me, and make phone calls. Also the police officers and paramedics who helped deliver Mason safely. Little did they know they were all in for a big surprise that day.
The second those ambulance doors opened at the hospital my step mom peeked her head inside. Which in itself was such a relief knowing I had family next to me because for a moment I thought I was going to die. I couldn't catch my breath. It was a truly terrifying moment. I remember thinking I need to see my baby right now. Let me see my baby is he ok? The minute I seen my child I felt an ease. I was going to be okay. We were safe and both healthy.
Lucky for me Mason was my biggest baby yet. Coming in at 7 pound 2 ounces. Born right around his due date. What a strong little guy he was. Mason had so much love coming his way. Dennie was Deployed to Afghanistan at the time. He and I were still going threw some rough times. But I made it priority for him to know Mason had arrived. He was ecstatic. And couldn't believe how I managed to give birth on my bedroom floor.
Before long the hospital room was filled with people. I was never alone. Every single person that was part of Masons life meant so much to me. The world had changed in so many ways from the moment Dennie and I split up to the moment Dennie and I figured things out. Mason was the glue that stuck this Gallegos family back together. He is the reason we are who we are today. Mason you saved our family in more ways than you will ever know. I am truly so thankful for you. Thank you for showing me that life is so hard but the smallest things ,7 pounds to be exact, can change everything in just a moment. And for the better.
Because of Mason, Dennie and I still are working every day to be happy and successful. Though I can admit things do get difficult, I can say everything will always work out in the end.
Mason is an incredible little soul. He loves life. He is either super mad, or super happy, or super sad. It is either one or the other. No in between. He has been that way from day one. I use to call him Bipolar because his attitude can and will change so quickly. From one end to the other in a matter of seconds. He has perfected his attitude. But Mason is also so loving, he loves to give kisses. He loves to snuggle every morning. He is obsessed with the mistletoe we have hanging in our house. Mason is a good person all around. He strives to always be better and to work harder. Between hockey, ice skating, swimming, flag football, and wrestling, Mason tries his hardest every single time.
This year during wrestling season Mason had to wrestle a girl. Which got me so excited. I love teaching my kids that us girls can do anything and everything. Mason was terrified. Even cried a little but he got out there and tried his hardest. She was a grade level above him and a bit bigger than him as well. But they both walked away with smiles, it was a tie match. I am so proud of the courage it took for Mason to deal with a tough situation like that. Hes been taught to never hurt a girl. Hello Pickle jar. But he also learned that day that girls are just as tough as boys.
During football Mason scored two touch downs. Mason passed his level in swimming. He loved ice skating and is actually pretty good on skates. He is kicking first grades butt! And still loving those video games (eye roll).
Over so many years this boy has taught me so much. They say the third child is the one who gets left out but our third is and will forever be the glue. Mason you are so important not only to us, but to this world. Keep reaching for those goals. Be proud of yourself. You have feet that will keep growing and they will take you far! We are so proud of every single thing you do!
Mason is always so sad that his birthday is the last one of the six of us. So we try to make the very best of it. Last night our little elf toilet papered their room and put balloons all over his bed. He woke up at 12 am seeing what had happened he of course had to wake EVERYONE else. Poor kid only could convince Gavin to get out of bed. Everyone including myself was to tired to move. So he went back to bed and woke up just as excited six hours later. What a sweet boy. He cant wait to take donuts and milk to school. Then in a few days when dad gets home open his biggest present to date!
Hello broken bones..... I mean hello dirt bike. Mason has begged and begged for a dirt bike for a while now so what better time to give it to him than his birthday. We are so excited to see his face all squeezed tight with his helmet riding that bad boy. Mommas dream is to have all of us on dirt bikes before long. His birthday this year will be one to never forget.
Happy 7th Birthday little man. I love you so much. Cheers to many more birthday and hopefully no broken bones.
No one wants to replay the difficult times we went threw so I will fast forward to the day Mason was born. If you have followed my blogs you know how and where Mason entered this beautiful world. Just a few words can express the pain and the feeling of having your child at home and so unprepared. I was truly blessed to have Mason and myself healthy and in no harm. Blessed to have my mom on the phone calling the police, reassuring me everything will be okay. To my best friend being able to drive over so quickly to help position me, dress me, check me, and make phone calls. Also the police officers and paramedics who helped deliver Mason safely. Little did they know they were all in for a big surprise that day.
The second those ambulance doors opened at the hospital my step mom peeked her head inside. Which in itself was such a relief knowing I had family next to me because for a moment I thought I was going to die. I couldn't catch my breath. It was a truly terrifying moment. I remember thinking I need to see my baby right now. Let me see my baby is he ok? The minute I seen my child I felt an ease. I was going to be okay. We were safe and both healthy.
Lucky for me Mason was my biggest baby yet. Coming in at 7 pound 2 ounces. Born right around his due date. What a strong little guy he was. Mason had so much love coming his way. Dennie was Deployed to Afghanistan at the time. He and I were still going threw some rough times. But I made it priority for him to know Mason had arrived. He was ecstatic. And couldn't believe how I managed to give birth on my bedroom floor.
Before long the hospital room was filled with people. I was never alone. Every single person that was part of Masons life meant so much to me. The world had changed in so many ways from the moment Dennie and I split up to the moment Dennie and I figured things out. Mason was the glue that stuck this Gallegos family back together. He is the reason we are who we are today. Mason you saved our family in more ways than you will ever know. I am truly so thankful for you. Thank you for showing me that life is so hard but the smallest things ,7 pounds to be exact, can change everything in just a moment. And for the better.
Because of Mason, Dennie and I still are working every day to be happy and successful. Though I can admit things do get difficult, I can say everything will always work out in the end.
Mason is an incredible little soul. He loves life. He is either super mad, or super happy, or super sad. It is either one or the other. No in between. He has been that way from day one. I use to call him Bipolar because his attitude can and will change so quickly. From one end to the other in a matter of seconds. He has perfected his attitude. But Mason is also so loving, he loves to give kisses. He loves to snuggle every morning. He is obsessed with the mistletoe we have hanging in our house. Mason is a good person all around. He strives to always be better and to work harder. Between hockey, ice skating, swimming, flag football, and wrestling, Mason tries his hardest every single time.
This year during wrestling season Mason had to wrestle a girl. Which got me so excited. I love teaching my kids that us girls can do anything and everything. Mason was terrified. Even cried a little but he got out there and tried his hardest. She was a grade level above him and a bit bigger than him as well. But they both walked away with smiles, it was a tie match. I am so proud of the courage it took for Mason to deal with a tough situation like that. Hes been taught to never hurt a girl. Hello Pickle jar. But he also learned that day that girls are just as tough as boys.
During football Mason scored two touch downs. Mason passed his level in swimming. He loved ice skating and is actually pretty good on skates. He is kicking first grades butt! And still loving those video games (eye roll).
Over so many years this boy has taught me so much. They say the third child is the one who gets left out but our third is and will forever be the glue. Mason you are so important not only to us, but to this world. Keep reaching for those goals. Be proud of yourself. You have feet that will keep growing and they will take you far! We are so proud of every single thing you do!
Mason is always so sad that his birthday is the last one of the six of us. So we try to make the very best of it. Last night our little elf toilet papered their room and put balloons all over his bed. He woke up at 12 am seeing what had happened he of course had to wake EVERYONE else. Poor kid only could convince Gavin to get out of bed. Everyone including myself was to tired to move. So he went back to bed and woke up just as excited six hours later. What a sweet boy. He cant wait to take donuts and milk to school. Then in a few days when dad gets home open his biggest present to date!
Hello broken bones..... I mean hello dirt bike. Mason has begged and begged for a dirt bike for a while now so what better time to give it to him than his birthday. We are so excited to see his face all squeezed tight with his helmet riding that bad boy. Mommas dream is to have all of us on dirt bikes before long. His birthday this year will be one to never forget.
Happy 7th Birthday little man. I love you so much. Cheers to many more birthday and hopefully no broken bones.
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