Motherhood changes the way you look at the world. It also seriously distorts your reality.
The hormones that start to flood your body after you give birth literally force you to fall in love with your child. Nature has made it that way, otherwise you’d feed it, wash it and then leave it on a train station platform the first time it vomits down your cleavage in public.
When my son came along in 2013, I was in no way immune to this phenomenon. I think I actually had it worse than most right from the start.
Well, almost. The moment he was born and the midwives placed him on my chest for the first time, I took a good look at him and I’ll admit I wasn’t impressed.
My very first thought was, “Oh well. I will love him anyway.” Because he looked like a lizard with an umbilical cord. He also resembled a weird, Benjamin Button-like version of my Dad, which seriously freaked me (and hubby) out in those first few minutes.
But then the hormones kicked in. Once they took over I couldn’t believe how obsessed I was by this kid. From the cradle cap scabs on the top of his head to his disproportionately large feet, I adored every last inch of him.