(Dylan a couple days old)
When I was a girl playing with baby dolls and wearing dresses, spending hours in front of the mirror styling my hair different ways, I always dreamed of being a mom to a house full of girls. Things don't always go as planned I learned. A week after my 21st birthday I became a mom to a red hair, green eyed boy, Dylan Michael. I also planned to have 3 or 4 kids close in age but that also didn't go as planned. When Dylan was a couple years old I was ready to have another baby but we struggled to get pregnant. 2 Years later we found I was pregnant and miscarried. A year later when Dylan was 5 I found out I was pregnant with our sweet Mason.
The first thing I thought of was..."How is Dylan going to feel after being the only child for 5 years?" He was the center of Mikes and I world. Through out the pregnancy we always bragged Dylan up about how cool being a big brother was going to be and what a great big brother and example he was going to be.
After our first ultrasound my worries TRIPLED. Not only was Dylan not going to be the only child but he is going to be a big brother of a boy with special needs requiring alot of extra attention. Our efforts to make Dylan feel extra special and important was a priority. A week or so before I went into labor I bought some of Dylan's favorite things to make a "big brother basket" had things like a T-shirt that said "I'm a big brother" a book explaining how important and special a big brother is and so on.
After I gave birth to Mason, Mike brought Dylan in to the hospital room. Instead of bragging about Mason this...Mason that...We gave Dylan his big brother basket, congratulated Dylan on being a big brother and made the day more about Dylan then Mason. Dylan was very happy.
When we first moved from Alaska to Colorado my time was filled with Doctor appointments, therapies, and getting the hang of things. Unfortunately Dylan was dragged along to the doctor appointments, and was in our house when there was several therapist to work with Mason. Was safe to say Mason was the center of attention only because he HAD to be. It was hard to explain to a 6 year old why all these people were coming to our house just to see Mason. I expressed my concerns to Masons therapist on how Dylan may be feeling and they were very good at making him feel wanted. They would give Dylan hugs, ask Dylan how he was and take a few minutes just for Dylan.
After we got adjusted and Dylan started Kindergarten I tried to squeeze in All Masons therapy's and doctors appointments while Dylan was in school so when he came home it was about Dylan and not Mason. Unfortunately it was difficult because Dylan was only in school for 3 hours.
Mike and I take extra time to do one on one time with Dylan, special fun things that ONLY Dylan can do because Mason is to young. When Mason would learn to do something for example...crawl, we would be happy for Mason but take time to tell Dylan when he first started crawling
"Dylan we just moved from an apartment to a house and there were cords all over the living room, next thing we know there you were crawling towards those cords for the first time. naughty naughty" Dylan loves to hear stories about himself and would giggle.
Despite all our efforts it didn't help. A few days ago on my birthday Mike says "Do you know what Dylan told my mom? He told her that we don't love him like we love Mason, we love Mason more." I instantly wanted to talk to Dylan. He can feel the way he feels but I wanted to hear him say it and what made him say it. I thought it would make me feel better if I could talk to him about it. I asked him if he told his grandma that and he replied "yes, bc you do love Mason more then me bc you and dad play with Mason all the time." I could tell he wasn't saying it to be hateful because he told his grandma in private not in anger. I was crushed. I grabbed Dylan told him he was our first love, and we still love him more then ever.
Mike and I went out for my birthday, the minute I got in the car I cried. I never wanted Dylan to feel that way. I felt I tried to do everything I could to make Dylan feel special. I even did things that people thought I was crazy for like having story time with JUST Dylan then reading to Mason in his own room, not having story and prayer time together.
Talking to Mike he said "I didn't know if I should tell you he said that because that has always been a fear of yours."
We continued to talk about what it must look like for Dylan. Mason is now doing things at 19 months that Dylan was doing at 6 months, so to Dylan it might look like 19 months of constant bragging and "playtime" (which is more likely therapy time) Other children at 19 months play on their own, walk, talk while Mason still needs constant attention and help.
We arent sure how to explain to Dylan why Mason needs more attention, goes to the doctor more and has home nurses and therapist constantly at our home. Since my husband told me Dylan felt this way it has been weighing on my heart I have been doing my research and looking for children books that could help Dylan understand better. But for now extra loves and extra prayer.