growth?

I saw a baby today.
Cooed and ahhhed it.
And I didn't cry. I didn't have to suppress an urge to grab the baby and run for the door.
I didn't have the urge to grab the baby at all.

I was wondering is this growth? Have all my "lost my baby" wounds healed? or has that part of me finally withered and died? Given up the fight to love something that is part me and mine.

I don't know if I'm rooting for growth