I am curious if anyone else has had similar feelings when their second, or third, or fourth, (or more!) was born.
I absolutely love Eloise, she's such a doll and a really great baby in that she doesn't cry much (except for in the car, whoa nelly!) and is in general a laid back happy girl. However, I'm having a hard time feeling as connected to her as I am to her older sister. Not in a scary not loving or caring about her way, but more in a way that I don't feel that bond with her, yet. I sort of remember feeling this way when DD#1 was born, as well, so I'm wondering if it's just a kind of newborn ambivalence?
She's a very serious baby, not even talking or smiling much, she just looks around and hangs out. I think maybe it will be easier to bond once she starts interacting more? I don't know. Has anyone else felt like this? When do you start feeling as connected to your younger children? I'm just hoping that her older sister doesn't steal the limelight forever, KWIM?
I absolutely love Eloise, she's such a doll and a really great baby in that she doesn't cry much (except for in the car, whoa nelly!) and is in general a laid back happy girl. However, I'm having a hard time feeling as connected to her as I am to her older sister. Not in a scary not loving or caring about her way, but more in a way that I don't feel that bond with her, yet. I sort of remember feeling this way when DD#1 was born, as well, so I'm wondering if it's just a kind of newborn ambivalence?
She's a very serious baby, not even talking or smiling much, she just looks around and hangs out. I think maybe it will be easier to bond once she starts interacting more? I don't know. Has anyone else felt like this? When do you start feeling as connected to your younger children? I'm just hoping that her older sister doesn't steal the limelight forever, KWIM?










I haven't been getting decent sleep lately (after bragging how wonderful it was to sleep ten hours a night! This is my karmic payback
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: and I think I resent that a new baby is one more reason for me to get irritated with Iris, which makes me feel like a crabby, terrible mama.


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