When many people see a newborn, lots of women in particular react in a certain way. You know what I’m talking about.
The comments like:
“I just adore their newborn smell, their soft skin, their chubby cheeks!”
“Awwww, so cute! Look at those tiny hands.”
“My ovaries!”
“I’m feeling clucky now.”
“Just so beautiful, can I have a hold?”
These observations of the newborn in question are shot off in rapid fire at the baby itself, to the parents and really to anyone else who is also in the vicinity as if everyone must be also feeling this exact same way, because how could you not?
Often this is followed by reflections of parents who have been where the current ones are, saying how much they love, adore and miss the newborn stage.
And while I do understand that these little human bundles are of course all beautiful in their own way and have much to be admired; I feel differently. The truth of the matter is, I do not love the newborn stage, in fact I don’t even like it. And no, I am sorry to say there is nothing wrong with me and no, I shouldn’t feel bad about it.