DS is 2.5 weeks old and I love him a lot and find him gorgeous, but I don't feel that overwhelming rush like being knocked over by a steam train that other mothers describe when they meet their babies - the whole tigress idea.
DP certainly feels that way - is mad about his son.
Am worried there is something wrong with me (although sleep deprivation may be somewhat to blame and the feeling of responsibility for this tiny life) - did anyone else take some time before the huge love kicked in?