Well, I carried her upstairs, shaking and shivering the whole way, and put her in with Tia. I didn't hear anything at all last night, but I think I stunned both of them. At around 3 am, I heard jingling (from the little bells on their ID collars) so I got up and took them out. All three of us fell asleep afterwards on the couch downstairs. I felt so guilty and sad, I worried all night. I feel I'm torturing my baby, but I don't know what's wrong and how to fix it. She is just terrified of going to bed, upstairs, whatever, since mil's passing. I'm going to keep her in with Tia until something changes to make me change the sleeping arrangments again. |