It's a rocky road for both Nastia and D -- finding their way this week. Both have similar backgrounds of trauma and neglect, and boy does it shine forth brilliantly when they are together! First may I say, thank God for therapy! Nastia returned to therapy after a 2 month hiatus and it was incredibly productive. The therapist reminded me that D's visit is bringing up some deep and not-so-pleasant memories on Nastia's part. It's not just the jealousy, it's the constant reminders of her own history. Anyway, following therapy things got a bit more settled.
D is obviously feeling safe and comfortable with us, because the tantrums have arrived. Big ones. The kicking, screaming, red in the face, eardrum-blowing kind. The kind where you can't figure out how all this rage fits in such a tiny little frame. Tonight's was epic, but we managed to survive it and even ended in a very healing way. I asked D, towards the end of her 45 minute tirade if she wanted me to hold her. She nodded and crawled into my arms. 'Rock me, Mama' she asked 'Like a baby.' And so I did. And Nastia and I traded off rocking our sweet little tornado, and she finally succumbed to sleep.
This all happened after I returned from the wake of someone I love very much. His funeral is tomorrow and I still don't have a babysitter. Hoping one will miraculously appear at 9:30am tomorrow.
Well, I'll leave you with a few photos. We still have not found the lost camera, so these are not great quality -- they were all taken with my phone. If we can't find the camera soon, I may have to just give in and buy a new one. Darn.