It’s a tough and frightening question that has no easy answer. Everywhere you can read about or hear about people with post partum, people who were so depressed they almost caved under the stress and pressure of being a mom. For me it was never like that. From the moment I saw the plus sign on the pee stick I loved him. For me the love was strong and immediate and somewhat scary. So scary that for the first part of my pregnancy I didn’t dare writing in my journal for fear of jinxing it. Crazy, I know.
It’s true though. I may not always love everything he does but I always love him. Even as a baby, after his first set of shots at 2 months old hen he had been crying non stop for 7 hours. Even then did I love him. I didn’t love the inconsolable cries but my love and my gratitude for being blessed with this little miracle of a baby boy overwhelmed me and chased away any negative feelings.
It is true though no matter when it happens, the love for a child cannot be explained unless you’ve experienced it for yourself. It is primal and so much greater than any other love.