This was in response to a mom on the boards who was feeling disconnected with her daughter after her son was born.

Zander was just a baby himself (18 months) when Zevan was born.  The first night Zander and I spent apart was the night Zevan was born.     I missed him so much that night.  From an early age, Zander “helped” with his baby brother. 

I felt guilty about him losing time with me, but Zander is my miracle baby after infertility and miscarriages, so our connection is always there, even when I was most frustrated with him.  I read him books while I nursed Zevan, and I was lucky enough to have someone to watch Zevan so Zander and I could have dates.  I even remember sometimes, hugging him and telling him that I missed him. 

“But I here, mama.” 

“I know.” 

Now that Zander is nearly 5, very far from his tyrannical 3s, I find that we are closer than ever.  Zevan is in the midst of his tyrannical 3s, so I’m definitely not feeling him the way I did a few months ago.  Who took my little snuggly baby and replaced him with this whiny, aggressive boy who thinks it’s funny to hit or scratch someone!?