I don’t think you fell in love with your baby the moment it was born
I just saw another friend post about their new baby on Facebook (congrats! always very exciting to have a healthy little one arrive) and mention how crazy it was to feel so much love for someone so immediately upon meeting them.
At first I thought, sure, yeah, it must be crazy to show up at a hospital and go through birth and become a parent to this tiny, soft, delicate, breathing human who screams and cries and understands nothing at all except that you are home.
Absolutely checks out that it’s intense and overwhelming.
But then a split second later, because I was breezing through this post as just another thing on my timeline scroll, I thought, well, you didn’t really just meet, they’ve been inside of you all this time.
My brain snagged on that spark.
Because yes, you’ve now finally gotten to see what was previously only bumps and kicks from within, a grainy black and white figure on a screen (thinking, “suuure that’s whatever body part you say it is, doc”), an eight pound bundle of hope literally swimming in your gut.
Now it’s real, it’s an actual little person, it’s external from your body and laying in your arms, very much present and able to be accounted for. Whatever happens from here on out…
