My pregnancy with ds was stressful (bleeding) the birth wasn't as planned (hospital induction) and breastfeeding was traumatic and complicated by tongue tie: I used to dread him waking up as I knew he'd want feeding :( things began to improve after 4-6 months, but I still questioned my bond with him. In contrast, dh fell head over heels the second ds was placed on his chest (i on the other hand was knackered from 3 hrs pushing and said "what's that?!" ) and did everything except feed him those early months. I even remember dh loving how ds smelt - i didn't get it.
Ds is nearly 4 now, and very like me in temperament; sensitive, dislikes change and stubborn as a mule! We have a rocky relationship and I lose my temper with him too easily. I think we clash. Dh however still thinks the sun shines out of his backside can't bear to be apart from ds for too long and he's the apple of his daddy's eye. I got a job when ds was 22 months (stayed home before then) and didn't really miss him...
With dd i was extremely sick when pregnant but the (planned home) birth was amazing and I couldn't get enough of her. Breastfeeding wasn't brilliant due to bloody tt again, but less painful and better quicker. The first time I left dd for a few hours (to spend time with ds) i had to hold myself back from going home early! I look at her and smile. I love kissing her head (she's much more affectionate than ds) i look at him and feel...guilt more than anything. I can't say I've ever felt the forceful rush of love others describe - but I do feel compelled to nurture and respond to my children's needs, above my own.
My own relationship with my mum has been a hugely negative influence in my life - mainly because I believed she didn't love me. I'm terrified of recreating this :(
Has/does anyone feel similarly? I already feel like a shite mother most of the time, so will just agree with those who tell me that :(