I'm still at the stage where baby is a thing I'm fond of, but no rush of love such as (this is going to sound bad) I've had when I first brought my cats home.
Emergency c section with rather traumatic post birth experience (post natal ward is hell on earth). Also still havng issues with midwives panicking over him not being at his (inaccurate) birth weight yet. Latest drama is being caused by at least some of midwives scales not being calibrated correctly. Keep being sent to hospital for a loss only to be told 'why are you here, our scales say he's gaining nicely'!
Midwife today stated he hadn't gained weight in last 48 hours (which we can't believe with the amount he's put away and wet and dirty nappies) and someone coming again to weigh him after 24 hours, and stated will be sent to hospital again if still hasn't gained by then.
We're just hoping it's the same midwife as at least then if her scales are wrong they should still show a gain from last time.
I think I'll have better hope bonding once signed off from midwives. Hoping will be visited less often by health visitor and less pressure overall. Just trying to do the right things at the moment, and tackling one day at a time.