Booker is 10 weeks old now, and I am absolutely so in love with him, it continues to grow just when I think it's impossible. He is incredibly curious, alert, active, and most of all the kid is just genuinely happy 99% of the time. I feel blessed that I have such a healthy and ~chill~ baby boy, and I cannot imagine my life without him. That being said, I want to share something deeply personal that I feel not a lot of women do.
I did not feel a loving connection to Booker when he was born.