I Finally Bonded With My Baby And It Only Took A Year
Now that my son is 12 months old, I can admit something that I would never have fathomed admitting to anyone. When I first saw him, of course, I loved him instantly with that unconditional love a mother feels. But, to put it bluntly, for the first year of his life I just didnâ€™t feel bonded to him. This was shocking to me because I wanted another baby to the point of obsession.
I have no answers to why I didnâ€™t feel bonded to my son, as I did to my daughter, who I immediately bonded with and who always loved to hug, cuddle, sleep beside me, kiss me, etc.Â While my children do share some of the same personality traits â€“ they are both sweet, funny, and seemingly always happy â€“ I just wasnâ€™t getting the same vibe from my son as I got from my daughter.
I worried about this. A lot.
One of the reasons I think that I didnâ€™t feel entirely bonded to my son is that he just loved to move around so much. He was holding his head by two weeks, he was holding his bottle by four months, and he was walking by 11 months. He never sits still long enough for me to cuddle him, aside for the first couple weeks of his life when I swaddled him and he couldnâ€™t move. Those few days were pure bliss.
Let me be clear. I know my son loves me, even though he canâ€™t say the words. He never cries when I carry him, heâ€™s more than happy to play toy cars with me for hours, he loves coming out with me. But the damn meatloaf was NOT into cuddling. Picture your partner not cuddling you for a year, and thatâ€™s what my son’s first year felt like.Â Iâ€™m telling the absolute truth when I say I would actually COUNT the seconds my son would rest his head on my shoulder.Â The highest number I reached was number nine before he was off of me, like a dog who just heard the doorbell ring.
I did admit my feelings to two people. One was my fiancÃ©, who when my son would rest on my fiancÃ©â€™s chest, actually made it to the count of 12 seconds. So, at least it wasnâ€™t just me. But my fiancÃ© didnâ€™t seem at all worried about this. If my son was not related to me, and about 30 years older, and I was dating him, I probably would dump his butt, because there was some connection that was missing. I would think that the relationship was going nowhere. Or because I wanted MORE out of the relationship, which he clearly was not giving me (The hugs! The hugs!)
I suffered from PPD with my daughter so I know what THAT feels like, and this time around, it was definitely not PPD. No, my son is just not a hugger and didnâ€™t like to cuddle and it really hurt my maternal feelings. I also admitted this, finally, after 10 months to my best friend, saying I just didnâ€™t feel as bonded to my son as I did my daughter when she was a baby.
â€œOh, donâ€™t worry. My friend has two sons and she felt the same way about her second,â€ she said.