It's the end of day two and I'm already exhausted. I sat there looking at my baby tonight- the one I watched come out of my vagina- and all I wanted to do was cry.
Then continued to cry myself to sleep.
I don't feel that connection. The one every mom says they get the second they see there baby. To me he's just another baby. And I hate myself for it.
I love him don't get me wrong. I'd be absolutely devastated if anything happened to him. But.. I don't know how to explain it..