It's not you... it's me.
She began this life inside me and to date, she's been alive longer inside than she has outside. I'm what she knows best. I'm safe, familiar, and the vessel she chose to come here by.
It's that simple. And that complex.
Don't discount this bond by suggesting hunger, sleep, or a dirty diaper. Mother is God right now; everything she knows and trusts and relies on.
So you see, it's nothing you did or didn't do. You've done everything right. It's just that it's not you...it's me.