Last week truly sucked. I am doing alot better this week. It hit me all at once what happened. I would imagine I will still feel upset, pissed off and cry about not ever being pregnant again but I have to be happy with what I have, the whole situation could have went a totally opposite direction, I mean I could have died during the stupid surgery and why would I want to take a chance at that ever again??
I think what's really sad to me is that he really hasn't said much about it. Yeah if I break down he'll give hugs or whatever but he doesn't talk about it. I'm pretty sure he's just glad not to see me through another C-section again because according to him I never see his side of going through the waiting and watching process hoping nothing bad happens. We basically have skipped over what happened and just have been loving on our baby girl and taking care of the rest of the kiddos. There's no time to even chat alone unless we're in bed and believe me we "might" be awake for 2 minutes at the most once we get in bed.
So anyways I am still probably going to have crying spells over it but I am starting to move on. Yesterday we took our daughter over to Wichita to her infectious disease pediatrician for her face and his office is attached to the hospital where I delivered Gianna. I started crying just seeing the place but composed myself by the time I parked. I have better things to worry about then my lost uterus.