When Warren was born it was a painful 28 hour labour with 2 hours and 45 minutes of pushing. I was unprepared for that kind of pain, (I still am, I kid you not heart surgery is easier)The epidural got me through a couple of hours, but not the last ones. After that it took me a long, long time to bond with him, I could barely sit up for heaven sakes, I felt like I had just been hit by a bus, I hadn't eaten in almost 3 days, I had barely slept and I felt like the nurses at the hospital were a little hard on me for not being overly eager to hold and nurse my baby. I'd even get annoyed with nursing mothers who would almost brag about the bonding part of it and do it in public. (I don't anymore, so don't hate me) So I'd say my expections for my second baby were really really low. I really really bonded with Warren when he turned about 9months to a year and even then I took my job as a mother very seriously. We did flashcards every day, we ate on schedule, we did mostly learning activities and played with mostly learning toys. He was going to be an educated MAN! But in my defense, Warren is the toughest kid I know and even as a 2nd grader he took his schooling very seriously, so I didn't mess him up completely.
Then I got pregnant and had my beloved Max, I tear up just thinking about it. It was another hard traumatic delivery, I hope I don't sound too melodramatic when I say that he and I almost died, so I didn't get to see him right away, but man, when I did... It was love at first sight! We bonded immediately! I loved his blue eyes, his black hair, his perfect skin, I would ask the nurses to bring him to me earlier than they would have to. I was just completely smitten by this baby. All my mothering "rules and schedules" went out the window, as I suspect they usually do when you have your second or third baby. I just LOVED this little boy. He is the most loving, caring, sharing, sympathetic child and I am anxious to see what he does whith these special gifts. That is the story of my beloved Max.