When love takes time
My pregnancy was difficult, but whenever I felt stressed, I just remembered what friends had told me. ‘“When you hold your baby in your arms, it’ll all be worth it,” they said. “You’ll fall in love with him.”
Signed off work at 23 weeks due to high blood pressure and recurrent bleeds, I was told to rest and relax. To stay positive, I visualised the moment I’d meet my baby.
I imagined gazing into his eyes as a motherly instinct kicked in. Straight away, I’d recognise him as my son, overwhelmed with affection and a natural gut feeling about how best to care for him.Friends, family—anyone who had a child—gushed about that
