


Last night was a tough night for Caroline. She finally fell asleep (after rocking and bottle) at around 10:30 p.m.....trust me, that is really late for her. Then, at around 12:30 a.m., she woke up crying. Unfortunately, I had not gone to bed yet and as soon as I heard her I went to her room. When I looked down at her I got the very strong feeling that she had a bad dream, OR....perhaps she was dreaming about her life before she became my baby girl. This was a different cry, a sad cry. So, I picked her up and just rocked her for a long time. I repeatedly told her how much I loved her and that she was safe with Momma. At those moments she just looked at me and nodded her head in approval. I tried putting her in bed with me but she was SO restless. Finally, at 3:15 am she decided that she wanted to get back in her bed. This morning she was fine. Oh, to know what's going on in that precious little head of hers.