The Worst of Mommy Judgement

Talk about taking a punch in the gut! Karianna actually took a nap today and when I woke her up, she was excessively grumpy. She kept trying to tell me something, but it was all gibberish in her sleepy state. From past experience, I know trying to calm her only riles her up more, and the best thing to do is to let her calm down on her own. So I tell her to calm down and then come see me in my bedroom. Sure enough she comes in my room after about five minutes perfectly calm. I asked her why she was so sad, and she told me, "I thought you died." Oh no! She must have had a deam or something to that effect and I left her in her room when she was still moving out of a REM cycle. That's the punch in the gut I was talking about and the thing she was trying to tell me in between gabakala and shoometofan. Needless to say I let her know I was just fine and she doesn't seem worse for the wear by any means. Next time I'm going to pay a little more attention to deciphering her words rather than banking on the quick calm down. Poor kiddo!