“When the nurse handed me my baby after the birth, I was shocked. My first thought was, ‘Eww, why does he look like that?’ Honestly, he looked weird.”
After seven years of motherhood, this is the fellow mummy confession I didn’t know I’d been longing to hear.
Now that Zoe Tay (aka Queen of Caldecott) has said it while reflecting on her initial motherhood moments during the finale of Rebecca Lim’s meWATCH show With Love, Becks, I reckon it’s safe for me to declare this now: I did not fall in love with my baby at first sight. Not my firstborn; not my secondborn either. (Sorry, kids, though I love you both now.)
Many people would expect parents, especially mums, to have an instant connection with their newborns. That aha moment where the mum gazes adoringly at her baby and thinks: “You are mine and I will love you till the end of time.” After all, weren’t we told that a mum’s love is the greatest love of all? And watched enough TV to think that all worthy mums share an unbreakable bond with their babies right after expelling them from their bodies?