[I started responding to the comments on the previous post, realised it was getting too long, so here goes another one.]

First of all, thanks for all your tips and comments. It so overwhelming to see you wonderful mommies out there whom I have never met, taking few minutes to read somebody’s “venting out” post and even taking a minute to comment. It means a lot to a loner, who can’t keep her mouth shut for more than 5 minutes when awake, who sits at home all day, juggling between the madly entrepreneurial husband who only talks when needed, work and the little ones. Days go by when she has not met OR spoke to another person other than The husband and kids.
[Not that I don't have friends, I am blessed with wonderful friends, but they have limited time to rant... they have kids and work too. Blogging is my new found therapist!]

In response to the comments:
I know I am loving her enough and doing all I can. I wrote what that moment made me feel, it’s the tone with which she said it and the frustration she showered on naana.
Yes, first I need to change the story. Maybe a more sensible story that does not involve poor naana. Or maybe no story! Just reality and she needs to deal with it.

utbt, she has said this many times in the last few weeks and you are right it has always been when she has done something wrong and gets corrected for it.
This time however, she had woken up from a good 10 hour sleep. She is usually her best in the mornings, the loving and cuddling kid. She hasn’t done anything to look for a way out. Then she saying it with a ‘please’ makes me think she is probably not manipulating. She is genuinely missing her naani.
It has happened once before when she woke up at 3 in the night and asked for naani. We made a call to naani, she refused to speak. Tried hugging and cuddling. Did not work. More than an hour of non-stop crying when H decided the only way out was to forcefully sleep her. Did not work, it only made her scream more. Thank god for Barney, she was calm for few minutes and dosed off in the couch. The next morning, I sat her down and we had our usual mother-to-daughter conversation. [This mother-to-daughter conversation we always have when she is in the happiest of her moods. When I talk to her, I am either hugging her OR sitting her in my lap.] I asked her why she behaved the way she did. She said ‘But I love naani mummy. That’s why I cried!’. It made me feel sad, I made a sad face and said hmm.., I love her too. She then said ‘It’s ok Mummy. Naani will finish making mummum for naani and come to my home’. I thought she probably had a bad dream or something, probably why she woke up in the first place.

As I had written in Dlittle’s homecoming post, when I came home with Dlittle, to my surprise she did not fuss a bit. [This is the kid who will hit Hubby if he pats me in front of her, as she would thinks he is hitting me]. She was this happy go sister playing the sister part. And that surprised me. Might sound like a saddist, but at times it was disappointing. She had no issues with me carrying or nursing Dlittle, not once asked me to put Dlittle down and carry her.
After some thought it occurred to me that it was because of naani. She interpreted naani’s coming as Muumy for Dlittle::Naani for D. It worked then. Now that naani has left, she is not able to articulate that. This is my interpretation. I might be totally wrong here.

Well, naani is not coming back anytime soon, so today I told her that very thing. Naani is not coming back, but naani has promised to send D a lot of gifts for her birthday, and guess what Naani requested Mummy to host D’s birthday in chuck-e-cheese (Her favorite place). She seems to be super excited. It it continues, I am planning to get some videos and books on this theme and talk her into it.
Lets see how this goes.

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