Meltdown

This morning I woke up feeling ill, so I stayed in bed all day. Dad was in charge of food and fun for this day off. All was going well and then they started playing a made up game with little cars and a track. He said they were taking turns putting the cars down the track and then suddenly Shella May wouldn't take her turn. He tried to see if she just didn't understand the game or what the problem was. He said she just kept pulling away and he took her downstairs to try to find something new. Finally he wasn't getting anywhere and he brought her up to see me. She started really crying hard up the stairs. He set her on the bed and I asked him to lay her next to me. I told him it was okay to leave the room and go play with the boys. I just rubbed her back and told her that it was okay to be sad. I told her that she could talk to us about what makes her sad and that we love her and will always be there for her. I just kept saying things like that and rubbing her back while she cried. Then suddenly after about 15 minutes of crying she just sat up. It was like she was just done with it and ready to move on. We don't know what caused the sadness, hopefully someday she will be able to tell us. I gave her some choices of things we could do (taking a nap being my favorite). She started picking at her skin, her nervous thing. I told her that she shouldn't pick because that is how she got the ouchie on her arm. Then she started picking at her fingernails. I asked her if we should change her nail polish and then I got a big smile. We came downstairs and I did her nails and all was good. This was the first meltdown that we have had since we have been home, it has been two weeks since our last good cry. We are hoping that she understands that even though she is sad, we are here to hold her and help her through it.