I'm not depressed in the typical definition. I look at my two week old and I just feel... Nothing. I'm relieved that she's here, her birth was relatively traumatic, and when they took me in for the emergency c they weren't sure she was gonna pull through. I'm relieved. But I don't have this massive outpouring of love everyone describes having for their newborn. I feel motherly enough I guess, making sure she's fed and changed and not suffering, but the rest of the time it's almost like I'm indifferent to her existence. I'm terrified to discuss this with my husband. I'm the one that wanted to start a family now, not wait like he originally did. And now this.