I'm not one of those moms that goes goo-goo ga-ga over babies. I don't fall in love with every child I meet and I'm not prone to holding babies for hours on end just because they feel cuddly.
Loving your own child is different, but I still remember the first month or so with Selah, our first daughter. It was a challenge for me to like her. Just being honest. Oh sure, I loved her, went without sleep for her, cared for her, and would die for her... but I wasn't always happy doing it. Now, I think she's awesome.
I've been going through the same thing with Moriah. She's seven weeks now, and so I'm finally getting to the place where I can see her as a person, and not the impersonal, demanding, eating, pooping, crying machine that she seemed to be.
I've given myself grace to get through this season. I don't always enjoy it as I know I should. But it does draw me closer to God. It helps me realize how much more of His unconditional love and patience I want in my heart so that I can give more of it to my daughters.