When DD1 slid out onto the bed after a long labour I honestly thought, "hey. A baby!" It was so unbelievable and lovely and weird all at the same time. I was clued up about labour I thought but hadn't really got to grips with the real baby bit!
The next big surprise was her first feed. Felt like a vacuum pump. Wasn't ready for that either.
Went back to the ward and the staff said, "Nice normal delivery in the end." I said, "there was nothing normal about that. Normal for me is going to work and cooking tea."
We took her home and just sat staring at her in the car seat. We could not believe she was our baby. We suddenly felt tired so decided to have a nap and of course she woke up....
My grandmother came to see us and said, "Congratualtions! You'll never be free from worry again." I thought gee thanks but now I can see that it is normal to worry a bit. It's part of the job description.
Had 3 more since then and DD1 hopefully off to Uni next month. I'm never quite ready for any stage (sitting, toddling, off to school, teenagers, learning to drive, partying) always playing catch up but it's great.