I suffered badly from gender disappointment when I found out the sex of my first baby. It 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.
I now know that I was suffering from ante-natal depression. All my fears and anxieties about having a child were projected onto the sex of the baby. I hated, actually 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 also had to face up to a lot of issues of my own- including my own relationship with my parents and issues I had with patriarchy and my own perception of gender. It was my biggest soul-search to date, and one I am very glad I did.
And then she was born... and she wasn't a boy, but she wasn't 'a girl' either. She was mine. She was, well, her.
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 not 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 