Sixth Sense

I have always thought that Sophia has a sixth sense. At the age of four, the connection that a mother and an infant feels I think is still there. Case in point, every time we go to an appointment with Dr. Wellman, she gets really clingy and wants me to stand right next to her. She even asks me to sit on the bed with her when she is getting her echo done. She has been having echo's done every three to four months since the day she was born, but still, there I sit and I rub her legs and talk to her and anxiously wait for Dr. Wellman to give us his news. This week has been no exception, but the idea of this sixth sense popped into my mind this week. A couple of months ago, we put the girls back into the same room together and turned the other room into a playroom. Jason and I mentioned a couple weeks ago how it was weird that ever since we moved the girls into the same room, they haven't been coming down to our room at night and sleeping in our bed with us. Well, this week that has changed. Ever since her appointment on Monday, Fia has come into our bed in the middle of the night. I don't mind it, most nights she'll just plop right in between Jason and I and at some point in the night I wake up with a four year old's feet in my back. Not this morning though, today she climbed in bed and snuggled right up with me. It was nice, but has me wondering...is she starting to take care of me?