Because I'm not one?
Apologies as this may be long.
I had my son two and a half years ago and struggled right from the start. My pregnancy was very difficult, it was high risk as I am a type 1 diabetic and it was made worse by terrible morning sickness which required hospitalisation four times. My son was premature and was delivered by emergency c-section as he was breech and in distress.
I found it very very difficult to bond with him. I felt nothing for him in a positive way for at least the first six months. I looked after his physical needs but I would have quite happily given him away to get my old life back. He wasn't an easy baby and had colic, he also found it difficult to self soothe and if over tired he would cry, sometimes for several hours at a time. He had a tongue tie which caused him to take in air when feeding. I tried and tried to breast feed (which was something I had really wanted) but failed at that too. He wouldn't latch and because he was prem was really drowsy and would just fall asleep. On the advice of my midwife and pressure from my HV I ended up expressing for six months, every three hours day and night. He was exclusively breast milk fed for four months but then I could not keep up the demand and he had some formula to supplement.
If I am honest I felt not much for him for a year and actively resented him for at least six months. I was so tired, my husband was away a lot on business so I didn't get a break and I wouldn't take help from anyone else and pretended everything was great. It wasn't. It was the worst time of my life. Periodically I considered taking a load of sleeping tablets and an insulin overdose. Now I can barely remember the first year of my son's life, it just seems a haze of misery and darkness.
Around the time he was one I started to feel something like the love I'd expected to feel when he was born and by 18 months I actively adored him. As his sleeping pattern improved and I wasn't so tired and he developed his own little personality the despair I'd originally felt largely lifted. I now feel terribly terribly guilty that I ever felt I didn't want him and worry sometimes that my emotional detachment in that first year has damaged him in some way.
I now still feel extremely sad when I think back to the time he was born, he was so wanted and we were so excited when I fell pregnant. I see my friends on FB announce natural births and be so proud of their babies and I admit I am jealous. I never felt like that. I was embarrassed of my son (sorry I know it is awful) when he was born and certainly would never have said, like my friend on FB yesterday about her new baby, that he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and I couldn't stop staring at him. I wish I had felt like that, I wanted to, it just didn't happen. And it makes me sad when I see people calling others "natural mothers." I couldn't have been much worse, no natural birth, terrible pregnancy, couldn't breast feed, couldn't bond.
I saw someone on FB last week receive a comment that said "You're such a good mother, we can't believe how naturally you've taken to it!" And it still hits a raw nerve. Not that they don't deserve the praise and shouldn't be proud but because that was how I always thought hoped it would be for me - that I'd take to it naturally - and I couldn't have been more wrong.
My DH now wants a second child, and prior to having my son I would have said I'd have liked two children but I now think having already failed one child it would be wrong to have a second one. No one in RL knows how bad things were, even DH and I have named changed on here in case I am recognised.
AIBU to still feel so sad when I look back on this time? I would die for my son now and couldn't love him any more than I do, but this is turn makes me feel so bad for how I felt at the start of his life.