Hey all 
Totally know what you mean Min. There's a point when you just feel like an automaton going through the motions because you don't have a choice, and it can get pretty draining
Once the real smiles start coming in it makes all the difference because you can see that they love you back
The first time I poked my head into J's crib in the morning and he gave me this big goofy grin, I was sold!
But before that I mainly worried that motherhood wasn't what I thought, that I was doing everything wrong and that he was going to to die 
I was definitely a martyr in the early days too Wil
I felt like I needed permission to do everything, like I needed convincing. DH would be like 'I'm off for a shower', and go. I'd be like 'I need a shower, is it ok if I go? Are you sure? He's just eaten so he should be ok... I won't be long' etc
I'd feed guilty just doing something for me. It's all bloody hormones though isn't it??
This damn dummy is a blessing and a curse! J is now obsessed with sucking his hands, but he's crap at it from a soothing point of view, he either pokes himself in the eye or chokes
And once I've got him snoozy, if his hands flail near his mouth it's game over coz he tries to suck, it all goes wrong and he gets pissed off! So we use the dummy which is better, he falls asleep, but then I'm waiting up until the damn thing falls out, because 50% of the time when it does, the hand strays near the mouth again and boom! he's awake! So I have to be ready with gentle hand restraint 