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I think I romanticized my labor and what giving birth to my baby would or could be like. I thought it would be beautiful, I thought I would be instantly in love with this tiny human being that was made with just that, love. But no, it wasn't instantaneous. I felt responsible for him so I made sure he got milk, I never missed a feeding while he was in the NICU. It was like our relationship was all business; I would feed him, change him, clean him, rock him, sing to him, but I didn't feel that love that I imagined I would feel for him.
One day, last week, Stanley was about 24 days old or so, I was sitting on the couch cradling him while Mike and I were watching the Olympics. At one point I looked down at my sleeping baby and was overcome with love and I started to cry. Mike looks at me and says, "Good tears?" and I said yes and that I think I loved him (my baby). I know that sounds ridiculous but I honestly wasn't that enamored with him for a good 3 weeks. I am relieved to say that I've finally come around. It was like I was woken up to this amazing little being where before my head was all foggy and my eyes weren't seeing things very clearly. He's perfect and I love him...how can you not love this face:
Wow, Erin, I love your candidness as to how you felt...And I love your tears of love!
ReplyDeleteAwww! I also so appreciate your honesty. You speak the words that many mothers feel. Enjoy those tears of love....I promise they won't be your last. :)
ReplyDeletei believe about 30ish% of women don't immediately fall in love with their baby, so you are not alone, i was in the same boat with my first. So happy you are feeling that love now, it's wonderful :)
ReplyDeleteCongratulations xxx
ReplyDeletethanks mama!
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