I suffered badly from gender disappointment when I found out the sex of my first baby, and have posted about it on here a few times. My first baby was a girl. Words cannot describe how much I wanted a boy; I was devastated. It's not something you can admit to in many circles; hardly any in fact. TBH I had no idea of the strength of my feelings until I got pregnant (by accident)- It really shocked me.
I am not ashamed that I felt this way.
I now know I was suffering from ante-natal depression. All my fears and anxieties about having a child were projected onto the gender of the baby. I hated, hated women who were pregnant with boys as I so desperately wanted one. I didn't like girls and felt that my life was ruined. I thought that I would never accept it. Any support I could find was geared towards women who wanted girls but were carrying boys, which made me feel much worse.
I had counselling with the ante-natal counsellor attached to the hospital; interestingly, my counsellor said that she had seen lots of couples, particularly mothers who had experienced gender disappointment after years of infertility, miscarriages and IVF. In a way, she said that they had had more time to construct an image of 'their child' in their head, and had naturally ascribed it a gender. Most commonly, the imagined child was a girl and they were pregnant with twin boys. I was green with envy at the thought of them having boys. I felt like a failure who had spoiled my life.
I had to face up to a lot of issues of my own- including my own relationship with my mother and issues I had with my own gender. It was my biggest soul-search to date, and one I am very glad I did- I am glad that I found out the sex of the baby before she was born. I was able to deal with issues I didn't even know I had.
And then she was born... and she wasn't a boy, but she wasn't 'a girl' either. She was mine. She was DD1.
I still felt disappointed, but every day the disappointment lessened and was replaced by love for her. It wasn't an instantaneous process, but I fell utterly and hopelessly in love with her in a way which I could never have anticipated.
I loved her a million times more than an imaginary son- but I had no way of knowing that until she was born.
I now have two fantastic girls, and couldn't be happier with my family. It feels complete. We're done 