Match point?

My daughter and I had our first fight the night before yesterday. I am still recovering.

We were all three back from work and day-care, tired and worn out. 

None of us had big appetite for dinner - least of us my little 12 - month old. 

I have taken the approach of non-force and believe babies eat when they are hungry.

Evening ceremonies continued upstairs as usual - diaper change and preparations for the bath. 

These are usually pleasant relaxing moments for both of us, chatting, laughing and playing around. 

I lifted her in my arms and notice her pink-gray smelly 'doudou' still in her hands..nope, not possible to bring 'doudou' in bath tonight. The previous week I had given in thinking the smelly thing needed indeed a good wash too. Guess who was ironing a pink wet-dripping doudou at 10 pm after certain miss could not fall asleep without? (Actually my husband was= ) Anyways, tonight I decided to be determinate, no ironing, no doudou bathing. 

You would not believe that a human body can actually bend to a string position. Quite peculiar phenomenon really, added the tomato-red face and high-peak screaming. Very difficult to position such thing in a tiny bath tub I must say. You can either wash tip of toes or head..For obvious reasons, tonight we washed only the tip of toes. 

How can I be sure that my baby was not hurt or having other serious reasons causing such condition? An amateur parent (myself last week) may be fooled, indeed. The plot is relieved in the fraction of second that I place my baby back to her mattress together with her pinkgrey doudou - Silence. Ultimate, pure silence. I can only hear her pumping heart beat and see her little fist tightly wrapped around her lost friend. And she stares at me. And I stare her back. I don't know really how to react.

It's difficult to be mad (for a long time) to a 74,5 cm midget, with light green pyjama decorated by tiny little frogs. So we stayed both in silence. I conducted the rest of the evening ceremonies with a very low profile, with no extra cuddling or laughing or hugging. Evening bottle and I placed her in her bed wishing her good night. 

The next morning I was woken up by a little ray of sunshine - smiling, happy little toddler asking to be in the arms. In the day-care the girls said she had been very clingy and needed lots of hugs. In the evening I was welcomed in the day-care with a scream of joy and superfast crawling to my arms. 

Nevertheless, I am not convinced I reached the match point yet. A good goal for the next 17 years ;)