I am not madly in love with my baby yet. I know some women are immediately, and I would worry about not feeling the love, but I'm too tired. Besides, I figure it'll come eventually. Most of the time, I'm just grateful that she's sleeping, or frustrated that she's howling, or fretting about whether she will ever figure out how to nurse. Mostly, I'm just happy to get through a day still feeling relatively sane.
But sometimes, she is just too cute, and for a few seconds, I melt.