{not this diamond-studded version, of course! Because we didn't have an extra $17,000 to throw around...}The onset of Eva's extreme fears coincided pretty closely with the removal of the binky. We kept thinking that, with a few more days, she would get a handle on things. That her "nibbly blankie" would be enough of a security object to make up the difference. That the long string of prayers and constant reassurance would finally convince her that she is indeed safe in her room.
Instead, her anxiety seemed only to escalate with every passing day until common, everyday noises like cars driving by could send her into a panic, even during her waking hours. A few days ago when I was trying to calm her down and get her to take a much-needed nap (to counteract the multiple night wakings she has every night), she got so upset she started clawing at her face and arms.
Marc went out and got a new binky that night.
I hate that we're back to it. I feel rather defeated. But I was ready to admit that perhaps she wasn't ready to give it up. Maybe the imminent move to another country has her more spooked than we realized. I have no idea what's going on in that mysterious mind of hers. All I know is that I am exhausted and I hope it works. Soon.
