The one where I admit to not loving my kid.

Originally published on moosh in indy.

When the moosh came out I didn’t instantly fall in love with her.

I thought it was cool she came out with all her parts in the right place in seemingly right proportion.

But I was not in love.

I wasn’t in love with her when I brought her home.

I wasn’t in love with her three months after  I brought her home.

I felt a sense of obligation to her. But I didn’t feel love.