I felt similarly after both my births even though they were completely different. DD1 was a difficult and long VB. Straight afterwards, I was just exhausted and didn't feel a surge of love. Fascination yes, love no. That didn't hit till about two weeks later.

DD2 was an elective caesar. I felt a little differently. I felt very, very lucky and grateful to have her. I call her my miracle baby - not because she was difficult to conceive but because of other issues that had made it a very hard journey to have her (housebound for six months during the pregnancy). She also seemed like a miracle to me because she was much less active in utero than DD1, so much so that I went to the ob twice because I was worried about her lack of movement. Apart from having a big belly and lots of physical issues to manage (pelvic instability and gestational diabetes), I didn't actually feel pregnant. So until she actually arrived, I didn't really believe I had a baby inside me.

I think the love took a little longer to kick in with DD2. I'm not sure whether it was because of the birth or just because you're busier second time around and don't have as much time to just hold and stare at your baby (although obviously I spent hours a day doing just that anyway).