Last week in the wee hours of the morning, she became quite upset that I had blankets on me. She tried to tear them off me for the better part of 5 minutes. Which I would have gladly obliged her if it wasn't really chilly.
Last night at 11pm, the only thing that would soothe her was Pleasant Goat. Ya, I said Pleasant Goat. This Pleasant Goat to be exact. And after 10-ish minutes of a very angry child, the instant she heard it, she relaxed, closed her eyes, and quickly fell back to sleep.
Me thinks we're dealing with China transition issues still.
Poor baby girl. My kingdom to take away her fear.
I'm her mama.
She's my daughter.
I feel like the luckiest mama in the world!