I should of helped. But I was too tired. Besides, it was only a few minutes later that Brandon had Sophie out of the bath and wrapped into a towel. It was my turn to take over so he could finish up the other two still in the bath.
So I took her to her most favorite place in the house. My bed. Between the position of the room (in relation to the sun) and having the blinds closed, it is usually fairly dark in the room. It is a place I take her to several times a day when she is in sensory overload.
She immediately calmed down and smiled at me.
So I asked her... Why were you crying?
She replied... I was scared.
Scared of what?
Yes! It was at the front door.
It was at the front door?
It smell me.
At first, I thought...what book are they reading at school. Now I am wondering if it was a hallucination seizure. That thought just entered my head as I was typing this post. Maybe because I had just read this article.