A friend of mine who was already a mum of two at the time was very honest with me one day and it absolutely saved my sanity.
Not sure if she could see it in my eyes or whether she says it to everyone but in the middle of the usual cooing over the new baby etc she looked up and said, “look, I’m going to be honest, I’m not a fan of the first six months. After that it gets miles better and then you really love them...”
It was a massive release for me. It was like permission to admit it was hard, and thankless, and all a bit overwhelming.
After that I relaxed a bit and felt less pressure to have the lovebomb feelings everyone talks about.
Now I have a 2.5 year old I could squeeze into infinity because I adore them so much, and a newborn I know I will feel the same about once they start to develop their own little personality and can let you know how much they need you back.
Just saying this so you’re not disappointed when the amazing moments take a bit longer than you expected.
It’s cute having a newborn but the rush of love really comes when they say “luff ooo mummy” for the first time...