about whether or not to come right out and tell people who I see, that Dylan has Down syndrome. Sometimes when I look at him, I do not see it. Occasionally I do. But sometimes I do not think that he looks like he has Down syndrome. Of course, that leads me to say that sometimes, errr alot of times, I still can not believe that he has Down syndrome. Im not saying that I do not really believe it...or that the tests were wrong. Of course I dont think that. It's just so surreal to me still. I am not at all finding it to be the tragedy that I originally feared it would be. In fact, I am finding it much too simple. I keep waiting for something to go wrong...for something to be difficult. Im wondering if the hard stuff will come if he does not reach his milestones "on time". I think about that, but then I also think to myself - 'Oh well! He'll get there when he gets there...what's the big rush anyway? They all get there eventually, right?' Umm, please remind me that I said this in a few months when Im whining about how Im worried because Dylan is not sitting up on his own. Haha.
Ahh, I digress...
Back to my original thought which was - I wonder if I should tell people that Dylan has Down syndrome. Is it necessary to let people know that? All of the people that I am close with already know, so Im talking more about neighbors, casual friends and colleagues. I guess my answer is no. People will either figure it out or they wont. It doesnt matter to me. If Dylan had a physical disability, I would not come right out and say, "Dylan is in a wheelchair". They would either see that or not...it doesnt matter, does it?
When I think about Dylan, I do not think about Down syndrome. I think about how Dylan is my baby and I love him. He is just like any other baby. I love him just as I love my daughter Cassidy and I would feel no need to point out to people when introducing Cassidy that she is a "typical" child. It just does not matter...to me.