Was this it?

We have been waiting...holding our breath...hoping it wouldn't come...wondering with each tantrum...is this it? From reading other people's blogs and books, we've seen that the weeks of adjusting to new language, food, weather, people, environment, etc culminate in a gigantic, epic tantrum.  So far, we have had some meltdowns and some withdrawal, but nothing that a little loving, holding, and singing couldn't calm.  I should have seen it coming...yesterday morning we went to CBS together.  Miriam had so much fun singing and playing. BUT it was all so new and when we got home the struggle to make sense of it all began.  Our schedule was disrupted and so during the rest of the day, there were tears and some laying on the floor and refusing to talk.  But it was at bedtime that the BIG ONE began...it all had to do with not coming to take a bath when called...and not coming on the second chance...and refusing when given one more chance...and then she realized that meant no bath.  The tears began to flow.  We held...we hugged...we sang...we rubbed...we talked...we loved.  The tears turned into gut wrenching sobs.  All our hearts were breaking...Miriam's over all the changes in her little life...ours over the sadness and suffering that were pouring out of her.  This went on and on and on then turned into a manic phase with laughter, tickling, and kisses (Miriam doing all that to Joey and me)  then back into tears then back into restless squirming and moving.  This whole ordeal took about 3 hours.  It was exhausting for all of us.  I was hoping for a good night's sleep as a result of all of this, but no luck...at 4:00 am I heard the pounding of little feet into our bedroom.  Hopefully this was the fit we have been dreading and now we have turned a corner.,,maybe...maybe not...only time will tell.