And I am pretty sure John was hooked too:
It is this love for her that forced us to have the patience and persistence she needed us to have during those first difficult months of her life. I am not a spiritual or religious person but the love I felt for this child in that moment was beyond rational thought or explanation. Maybe it is simply hormonal, a biological imperative to care for your child that is built into our genes. Whatever caused it, be it a god or the evolutionary process, I know the meaning of unconditional love. It is as though there is a piece of my inside that is now outside of me. There is nothing I would not do and no hardship I would not bear for the sake of her health and happiness.
Having a child of my own has caused me to appreciate my mother and the love and care she gave to me. Now I truly understand how she felt-and feels about me. I have so much empathy for her loss of my brother at 7 weeks old due to SIDS and respect for her ability to keep going after such a devastating loss.
Becoming a mother has also left me baffled at my father, who abandoned me when I was about six years old. How could someone do that to their own child? How can he ever forgive himself for doing that?