Hmm. That was it.  An hour and a half of crying, then silence all night long.  She even slept a little later than usual, perhaps exhausted by the drama of the night before.  This morning was a little hard, as she usually has her paci while being coated with sunscreen (her least favorite activity), but all in all, pretty good.

I, on the other hand, had nightmares all night long. I got shot (I recently saw Fargo on cable), I was chased by a rabid dog (I read To Kill a Mockingbird last semester) and I had some harrowing falling experiences.  I also slept hard, like I was getting sick or something.  I almost think I was torturing myself with the guilt that comes from removing the child's favorite comfort object, when I'm not even sure it's that big of a deal for her to have it.

However, in the morning, with the birds chirping and the sun shining, I realize we have gone too far to look back now. She made it through the worst part. We'll probably have a few more hard nights, but then she'll be on to full-fledged toddlerhood without her props (or maybe with furry, but more socially acceptable props). 

I'm so proud of the little angel. Such a big girl.