School

Shortly after Spencer was born, the doctors told us that they didn't know if he was going to live or die.  Today was his first day of school.  He did amazing.  He didn't flip out on me when we were waiting in the hallway with all the other kids, in fact, he waved hi to either a little girl or the fish in the fish tank.  He didn't have a meltdown when all the other kids cried, even the kid that was having the king of all meltdowns.  He ate his lunch, which was lovingly made just for him, and he ate snack.  He did need his Elmo (his comfort toy), twice.  He wasn't feeling carpet time, but I think once he gets used to school he will.  He loved free time and did great with other kids crowding around him. 

The first kid to warm up to him was a little girl named Olivia.  She shared with him and they sat next to each other and just played.  The kids didn't seem to notice his chair at all and just accepted him for who he is.  One did ask why he was so quiet.  Out on the playground at recess, a couple kids asked why he had the chair, and I told them that it was because his legs didn't work that great, and that was a good enough answer for them.  I like the honesty of small children.

I hope he makes some friends, maybe even a best friend.  It would be nice to have kids that aren't related to us come over or him to have a play date.  I really hope going to school builds his limited social skills and he really starts coming out of his shell.

Overall, my baby survived his first day of school!  He is so proud.  I survived too, and I couldn't be prouder of him.