I did it! I made it through my niece's birth without any tears! As I had said, Mom knew this baby was coming, and she really wanted to be here for this. I cried (teared up and got sad--seems the best I can still do) all week thinking about it, but the day itself was so full of joy and hope.
I had a weak moment as I watched my older brother intensely look through the glass at her, and I knew what he was thinking. We both moved on, though. I was really suprised by how positive the day was.
I've had some sad moments since. I know Mom can see this precious little girl (Rebecca Marie--Marie was Mom's middle name), and I know life goes on. I feel bad for my younger brother, that he doesn't get to hear Mom carry on about his little girl, like she did for me (and my little boy as well). I feel bad for Rebecca that she will never have grandparents from our side of the family, never know them. My daughter and I have decided that this means we will get to SPOIL this little gal in the way that Mom would have. She'll be raised hearing the stories of Mom and my dad. It isn't the same, but it is the best we can do...so we will do it.
Thanks for all of your support, and especially prayers!
Kelly