Just this afternoon, I left home for my check-ups when Anya was still having her nap. Later in the evening when I got back, The Helper narrated the conversation she had with Anya when she woke up.
Anya, still in her cot: "Mommy... Mommy.."
Helper: "Anya, Mommy go see doctor. Mommy not at home already. Can Auntie 'baobao' (carry)?"
Anya: "No! Mommy..? Mommy..."
Helper: "Anya, Mommy not home. Come, baby, Auntie baobao?"
Anya: "No auntie...! Mommy??"
(Suddenly, thunder overheard in the background.)
Anya, shrieking: "Thundeee!!"
Helper: "Yes Anya, thunder."
Anya: "Auntie, baobao please."
While the above conversation gave us a good round of laughter when The Helper shared it with The Husband and I, what I am going to share next evoked a totally different set of emotions in both of us.
Praise God! Last night, Anya successfully slept back in her cot again. However, given that she fell asleep with The Husband keeping vigilance right outside her room within her sight (as a form for compromise), we were almost certain that she would wake up in the middle of the night looking for us. At 3am, we heard her whining. After a minute or so, whining escalated to soft crying which was the signal for one of us to go over. The Husband went to her room, and kept her company for about 10 minutes or so. He came back again when she drifted back to sleep in her cot. Unfortunately, she woke up again at 5am. We lay in our bed listening as she whimpered on and off for a couple of minutes. Then there was absolute silence for a minute or so.
Just when we thought she has drifted back to sleep on her own. Here's what she said, in her clear but piteous voice, "Mommy.. no more. Daddy, no more..."
The Husband and I looked at each other, jaw dropped. We could almost hear each other's heart sinking. With that, she got to sleep in our bed for the rest of the morning.
I think we need to go seek the Wizard of Oz to replace our hearts with steel.
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