Hysterectomy - The Aftermath (3 weeks Post-Op)

I thought I had scraped by relatively unscathed. I had seen a baby here and there, and I didn't end up being the emotional mess I thought I would be. I mean, I survived recovery in the maternity wing. The sound of babies crying, the lullaby that played when a baby was born (I heard it twice during the night), seeing the new moms pushing their baby in the bassinet down the hall while I'm trying to walk enough so I can go home. I survived that, I can survive anything. Right?

Then I went to church. So many babies crying, talk of expanding families, babies everywhere! The tears started welling up. I tried to escape, find a quiet place away from it all. I couldn't. Now all I could do was try to escape the building before I became an emotional wreck. Find Dave, get to the car quick! Dave asks me, "What's wrong?" I can't get out, "I can't be around the babies," before I'm sobbing.

I made the right decision, so it should be easier. Right? RIGHT? Another reminder that life is not easy, most of the time. Are my feelings normal? Yes. Will it get easier? I hope so.