Everyone that has kids kept telling me that I would feel love that I’ve never felt before once you have your son. I’ll be honest, I didn’t.
Of course, as I would assume is normal, I felt terrible about that. I questioned whether I was somehow detached from my son already or that maybe I’m going to be a horrible father. On the other hand, it seemed fairly obviously why I wasn’t so enraptured with love – for three, almost four, weeks, he just cried, fed, slept and pooped/peed. I was also more tired than I’ve ever been in my life and even as I write this now, I’ve exhausted.
But then it happened. He smiled. He recognized me. He looked at me and followed me across his field of vision. Then I found myself thinking about him non-stop. I couldn’t wait to get home from work just to see him look at me and smile again. The love was there and it is unbelievable.
It does fly by, as everyone warned and continues to warn. He had grown so big in just six weeks and in the meantime he is starting to develop a personality.
I love him so much and cannot imagine my life without him.
Tell me when you felt the love first.