It's about time I posted again.

I promise I have not been slacking off. We have been living some kind of crazy around here. The last Tuesday before V-Day Emma got sick at school. She spent the next day with a 102 degree fever and then we thought she was ok to go back to school on Thursday but about half way through she started feeling yucky again saying that her tummy hurt and luckily I was with her and we got back home ok. Friday was a crazy busy day. She felt good and we went all over the place until bed time when she said that her tummy hurt. Saturday she was good all day until said once again she was feeling kinda yucky and she said that her tummy hurt so we got her into bed and finally asleep when all the sudden at midnight she was up with a nightmare saying that she was really scared. I went back and forth for about half a hour trying to get her to relax and fall back asleep and just when I thought she was down for good she was up "throwing up". That was about 12:30 and then for the next five hours she was throwing up and dry heaving. She finally fell asleep at about 5:30 a.m. while I slept in the bean bag next to her because that was the only way she would get back to sleep. Well that sounds like it should be the end of the story and yes it should have been but then she was up at 7:00 like she had had a wonderful nights sleep and was ready for the day. Well I wasn't about to let her go to church. She didn't have a fever but still I am sure that is the last thing her primary teacher wanted to have was a little one who had just been sick the night before. Well so all day Sunday she was fine.....until bed time. Do you see a pattern developing here? So Sunday night we talked to her and talked and talked until we finally found out that she was afraid of fire. That was what her nightmare had been about and she had been terrified ever since. So we had a fire drill and talked about fire. We set off the fire alarm and practice stop, drop, and roll. I went through everything that I could think of. It took us forever to get her into bed but finally at around 9:00 she fell asleep. Then at 10 she was back up saying guess what..yup, my tummy hurts. I could have SCREAMED but didn't! You know I was just thinking that it is a good thing that Brent and I didn't try to get anything started together if you know what I mean because she would have walked into something!!!! Okay so finally get her back to sleep at 11:00 p.m. and then at 4:30 this morning she comes in and says that her tummy hurts again. OKAY IT IS FRICKIN 4:30 IN THE MORNING. I thought I was going to loose it. I really was at the very end of my patience with my lovely little girl. CAN WE SAY GO TO BED!!! You know I finally got out of her that she thought she was going to school today and that she was afraid to go to school. When I told her that today was a holiday she said that her "tummy" felt better and she hasn't said anything about it all day. You know I really think that something has happened with our little one that she is not willing to tell me about. Brent and I have tried so hard to remain patient with her and not make her feel like we are mad about any of this. We have talked until we are blue in the face to try and find out why she is so nervous and scared. I have analyzed every conversation and every bit of TV that she has watched or heard and I have prayed that I could understand how to help her. Sunday night when she was the most afraid Brent gave her a Father's Blessing and I think that is what finally got her to lay down and be comforted. If not her then it did wonders for me!!! No really we have tried everything that we can think of to help her. I don't feel any longer that she has an illness. I think she might be giving herself an ulcer from worrying but other than her being nervous I don't understand what could be making her act this way. I asked her about a billion questions dealing with every issue I could think of having to do with school and nothing was said that should have set off any alarms. I really don't have any clue what to do next. Tonight when we sent her bed she said again that she was afraid that there would be a fire and again I helped her understand that we would always be there for her and not to worry that Heavenly Father would watch over us. We have gotten to the point now that we feel so completely helpless and the concern for our sweet little one is beyond anything I have ever felt. It would be easier if she just had a bad cold or she did have a stomach virus or something to that effect. I know how to help her overcome those things but things that deal with her thoughts and fears and tender feelings I am at a loss to try and help her overcome. HELP. How do I get inside my child's head to find out what is going on. Really if any of you have an idea, don't hesitate to comment. Thanks!