@AssumeItWasSomethingClever I had an EMCS with DS1 and was very disappointed that I didn't feel that rush of love. I had imagined I would somehow recognise him when I saw him, but actually he looked nothing like I had expected and I felt very little in the way of emotion! I also did not get to hold him or see more than a glimpse of him immediately as he was puking meconium and then had to have his head stitched as he had been cut by the scalpel! I then spent much of the day vomiting and couldn't physically hold him so I wasn't able to bond. My husband remembers me crying 'I don't even know him!' several hours after he was born.
A lady opposite me had a planned section and she didn't feel the rush of love either. She was very candid with me and said on the second night that she thought she might be starting to love him a bit. But it was gradual for her.
I also didn't feel like I had given birth, and I still don't now I have had an elective as well. I feel like the surgeons gave birth for me. And after the first one, I felt like I had failed / missed out for ages afterwards. Then I met up with a friend who had had a horrendous vaginal birth and was left incontinent (temporarily, but it did last for two years!) and I decided to stop feeling like I had missed out!
I told my husband this morning that I feel like I don't love J, or certainly don't love him enough. He told me to get on mumsnet and find other people in the same situation to speak to! I think I am just so exhausted and drained, and frustrated by the feeding and the lack of sleep, and (particularly at night) I find it hard to think lovely thoughts about my little baby who is at the centre of all this. The times when I feel real delighted love are when he smiles in his sleep. I can't wait till he is smiling properly. DS1 started smiling properly at 3 weeks and I found it so easy to love a baby when they are smiling at you. I know it will come, and I am fairly sure that I do love him really, but I don't feel happy at the moment, just desperately frustrated, and that means I'm not having the feelings of fulfilment and bliss that I would expect to come along with love. Rather it is quite a functional sort of love at the moment - an I will look after him and protect him even though it is driving me crazy sort of love.
I've also fallen out with DS1 today because J went down for a sleep and I told his brother he could either sleep with me or play quietly in the bedroom with us. He got into bed with me and just talked at me and poked me. I was so gutted to miss out on a nap and although I realise it is totally unreasonable to ask a 2 year old to understand my need for sleep (and to expect him to play unsupervised), I got cross with him and told him off a bit. Not winning parent of the year over here!