Well night #3 went fine also. I don't know if that is because of the hives or she has gotten over the "giggy".
What I mean is I have been giving her Benadryl every 4-6 hours for the hives and Tylenol at bedtime per doctor's orders and there is a voice in the back of my head saying once she is off the medicines we will be back at square one.
Well for now I've decided to think positively and believe we are over the worst part.
NOTE: Upon re-reading my post below, I realize that it may sound like I am making a judgment about your use of Benadryl. I am not. Mine was a childhood where a funny look got me to break out in hives, so I know the value of a well-timed dose. I was just thinking about the times I considered reaching for the Benadryl when, well, nobody was really sick.
I am glad to see that your anxiety about your daughter's adjustment seems to be more anticipation than delivery. It turns out that kids are resilient. And it seems like your daughter has the all of the comfort and support she needs regardless of the population of things in her bed at night. If you do go back to "square one", I am confident that you all will weather through it and find your new bedtime routine.
Now to my little prayer...
My parental Serenity Prayer,
Dear Lord, grant me the serenity to refrain from giving my perfectly healthy child Benadryl right now, to have the strength to work through this moment of screaming at a pitch that I thought only dogs could hear and a decibel level that makes that Who concert in the Guinness book sound like a babbling brook. Cast from me the rationalization that those sniffles are allergies when I know they are from an hour straight of crying because the same bedtime we've had for as long as this child can remember is, tonight, way to early to go to bed because the sun is still out since it is late June. Remind me that, before I know it, this small terrorist is going to be asleep in an angelic pose that will cause me wipe away my tears and to run downstairs and get the camera so that I can capture it for eternity. Bring me the peace of mind....wait, what's that sound? Honey -- can you get in here and comfort this one? The baby's crying in the other room.
Dear Lord, please use some of that transubstantiation to convert some appropriate amount of my blood to Benadryl right now...