A Challenging Night

So my sweet Sophia has been sleeping through the night now for about a week. We had been told that for most children it takes about 1 day per hour of time difference, and China is about 14 hours. So right on schedule, after about 14 days home she started sleeping at night and napping during the day, it was awesome!
She's also been sleeping in her crib, in her own room. When we were in China the hotels had cribs in our room (very kind) but after the second night when Sophie would not let us put her down and was not confident that we would be there when she awoke, we put her in bed with us. BJ and I are not so keen on keeping her in our bed, but we always agreed that what was best for Sophie was what we would do. If we felt she needed to be in our bed we would allow it, but plan to transition her out as soon as we thought she was ready.
By the time we got back to the States she was sleeping soundly through the night (night in China, day in the U.S.) and not lifting her head 100 times a night to make sure BJ and I were still there, so we started putting her in her crib. She did fine, she slept more soundly and so did we ( I may have forgotten to mention that Sophie is a whirlly bird when she sleeps and when she is in bed with us neither BJ or I get much sleep).
Well last night Sophie was more fussy then usual going to bed, in fact while BJ was rocking her she was almost screaming. We did the usual, check the diaper, check her temp, give her a little gas medicine (her veggies don't always sit well) and finally she calmed down and went to sleep. I kinda thought that it wasn't the end though.
About 10pm, while BJ and I were turning off lights and heading up stairs she started to cry, it was NOT her normal fussy trying to relieve a little stress cry, not was it her angry cry. It was a cry I had never heard and it was full of sadness and fear (I may be reading too much into it but it seriously broke my heart). BJ and I both ran up the stairs to comfort her. I picked her up, but she was still sound asleep and crying her little heart out. It took a few moments to calm her and wake her, but by then BJ and I were both upset. All we could think was that she was dreaming about being alone, away from her family, maybe the orphanage (though I work very hard to trust that they did their very best to love her), maybe the other babies that used to sleep in cribs tucked up next to hers. I have no idea all I know is that my baby sounded hurt, not the scrapped knee kind but the wounded heart kind. She came to bed with us.
Sophie, however is more resilient that I give her credit for. As soon as we were up in our bed she started giggling, and playing. It was remarkable to me how just the reassurance of our presence was enough for her to have joy. I know someday our presence might not be enough, but today, having had very little sleep for all the kung fu my daughter does in her sleep, I am grateful beyond words that she finds comfort in BJ and I.