Babies really Do sense Our Presence- First Hand Experience of It

My daughter had stressful night because I wasn't paying full attention to her before dinner and after, because of talking to my birth aunt for the first time (which was amazing and she was very receptive to me). I spoke to her and tried to see her, and felt her pain. She was comforted and let out her stress my kicking and pushing into my hands, and then fell into a deep sleep.

At 6:20 this morning, she woke up and had trouble going back to sleep. I was half up and groggy, trying to figure out a dream I had of being in a nursery because I had a second baby girl, and I was also a little boy who was adopted and searching for his mother, as well as being the kid's mother and feeling guilty that he was mad at me for leaving. I was in low vibrational state, and had zero patience to give her loving attention. She sensed it and stared up at me questioningly. I sighed and put her down for my sake. I turned away from her and started researching some thoughts I had, like astrology. She kept popping up behind me and trying to get my attention, and I made not now I'm busy sounds. I pushed her down gently desperately. After 25 minutes, guilt got to me and I turned back to her regretfully. I hugged her to me, and was surprised with full-on sad tears. She has done it once before when she was exhausted in middle of the night and was stressed. So I continued hugging her, and she was too weak to fight it and cried and cried. My heart went out to her, and rushes of love, pity and remorse filled my heart. I kept hugging, and she kept crying bitterly. I pulled her onto my stomach and chest, and she lay there limply, dejectedly, as if giving it to her sorrow. I felt good suddenly realizing that she still had her emotions and trusted me with them. She did not repress them like some other babies do, so maybe I am doing things right sometimes. My inner critic melted away and we both fell asleep. I woke up an hour later, and she sleeps on. I still feel at edge about my strange dreams, and wonder if they are from a lack of trust in me of hospital staff and the paranoia that they do not do a good job of seeing their patients.