I know I didn't really believe it at first either, but as Lori's pregnancy with Henry progressed and all the things we went through with it, I was ready to meet Henry.
The delivery itself was a nightmare (if you haven't heard it already, it's another long story for a different day), so when I finally saw Lori and Henry being wheeled back into the room, I was already an emotional wreck with what was going through my head.
The nurses handed Henry to me.
and almost immediately, he opened his eyes. I saw a little Asian kid that I knew instantly was My Son. And I completely lost it. And of course, the nurse wanted to take a picture of that moment which was not exactly at my best, but I tried to keep it together as best as I could. I felt like I bonded instantly with Henry.
With Evie, it was different.
I don't know if it was because her delivery wasn't as emotionally fraught as with Henry so I wasn't as bought-in to the stakes or what. But when she came into the world and I held her, I didn't feel that instant connection like I did with Henry.
Sure, she's cute, tiny, and helpless, so naturally, I'm going to take care of her. But it felt strange even at the time that I didn't have the immediate bond with her.
Of course, that took care of itself over time, and the phrase "daddy's little girl" is a very apt description of not just her but our relationship.
Henry was "My Buddy" since Day 1 -- hell, since Minute 1, really. With Evie, it took a little longer to warm up. I honestly don't recall anymore when that moment was, if there was any particularly defining moment or whether it was just a gradual build-up over time.
We didn't bond right away, but I think it's safe to say that it's not a concern anymore!
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