Cathpip - cross posted. I am so very pleased that you are holding one of your nieces. As you said, the build up to holding a baby, a baby girl again.
But not just any baby girl, one who may have looked just like Pips did at that age when she returned your gaze, had the same facial features as your baby girl, smelt like her, smiled like her........ maybe that was the one thing you dreaded more than anything else.
The fear of the unknown?
Assuming that you'd crumble and fold into a heap on the floor or have to excuse yourself too many times because you yearned to be that mother again, holding a baby girl... just once more, one last time with her, your darling girl.
I think most of us would feel like that in your shoes my lovely. Getting embarrassed and upset by your own feelings may also have played a part in the fear, a very real fear, of finally meeting your nieces face to face, and holding them? No way!
I'm so very proud of your bravery and strength, and you should be too!
Me? I'm in physical agony with my back, hips, knee etc due to the damp, cold "missley" rain we're having just now. I sound like old floorboards when I move and click and crack each time I move! 