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Postpartum Bonding May Not Happen Right Away
August 16, 2016
When I was expecting, I found myself swept away by visions of blissful labor, serene deliveries, and the magical bond I would instantly share with my little one. I pictured myself peacefully napping on the couch with my sleepy newborn, experiencing that unforgettable moment of meeting my baby for the very first time. My prenatal yoga buddies and countless birth story podcasts fueled my imagination with tales of heartwarming connections that would make even the toughest of hearts melt.
I meticulously crafted every detail in my mind, convinced that the reality of meeting my baby would be the most enchanting experience of my life. But as many soon-to-be moms discover, reality rarely aligns with our beautifully curated expectations. Instead of a blissful moment, I found myself engulfed in a scene reminiscent of 500 Days of Summer, where Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s character grapples with the painful gap between what he hoped for and what he actually experienced. Rather than feeling that overwhelming rush of love, my thoughts quickly spiraled into “What have we done? I can’t handle this. I need assistance.” The guilt was suffocating. How could I feel this way about a perfect little creature who had just entered the world?
As my baby grew into a fussy, clingy little being, my anxieties only deepened. I cared for her diligently: breastfeeding, cuddling, and keeping her safe, but that profound love I had been led to believe was my birthright just didn’t materialize.
Then one fateful night, as I cozied up next to her to help her drift off, something shifted. She gazed into my eyes, gently caressing my face with her tiny hand, and it finally happened. After seven months of navigating motherhood, I fell head over heels in love with my baby. And let me tell you, this love was far beyond what I had envisioned.
It’s tough to share these raw feelings in a public space. Some may think I’m a terrible person or an inadequate mother for not appreciating the gift I was given. But I believe it’s vital to voice my story, as I know I’m not alone. The fairy-tale portrayal of motherhood can leave many women feeling isolated and guilty when their experiences don’t match up. I share my journey to reassure others that they’re not bad mothers or flawed individuals if they don’t feel an instant connection. After seven months of adjusting to motherhood, my emotions finally settled, allowing the love for my baby to blossom. It was a challenging path filled with loneliness and guilt, but I believe my daughter and I emerged stronger together.
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In the end, every journey is unique, and it’s okay if yours doesn’t follow a script.