It is an odd feeling really but I guess it is a kind of disconnect. I love my daughter and I’ve done everything I have done so far for her. But I often look at her and I’m not sure where she came from, I know it’s me as I have the physical scars but no real memory.
She was born to a very different version of me, one who was abused and now that I’m not it’s like those connections with her as a new born have gone with the other version of me….oh I hope that makes sense?!