No China crib!

I ordered two little Chinese Calin dolls on line for the girls this Christmas. Emma is really into baby dolls. I picked up some doll clothes at Walmart and wrapped them up for Christmas too. The day after Christmas, Emma was in her room playing with her dolls and dressing them. I happened to be in there putting up laundry and overheard her talking to her dolls. She threw her Chinese baby doll out of the crib and said, "No China crib, baby!" I walked over and sat down and said, "Why can't the baby lay in the crib?" She said, "Baby no like China crib." I asked why? She said, "Baby cry in China crib. Baby scared." Then she got this far off look in her eyes and started sucking her fingers and drooling. I said, "When the baby cried in the China crib did someone come and take care of her?" She started crying and saying, "Baby cry 'mama'! Nobody come. Baby scared!" I said, "Emma, God heard the baby cry in the China crib and sent her a mommy and daddy to love her and keep her safe for ever and ever." She said, "You ever never leave me?" I said, "No, we'll never ever leave you. If you cry at night, mommy or daddy will always come." She kept repeating "you never ever leave me." several more times. I kept reasurring her and hugging her. I've read that when something triggers a memory from their past, you shouldn't distract them, just comfort them. It's healthy for them to greive those painful memories. I asked her if there were other babies in cribs around her in China. She said, "Yes, all da babies cry. Nobody come." She just stood their sucking her fingers with huge tears falling down her cheeks. I held her and hugged her and said, "I'm so sorry nobody came Emma." She said, "Mama, pray for babies." (We often pray for the orphans at night asking God to give all the children in the world mommies and daddies.) So we prayed. Later that night she wanted me to lay down with her and she talked about the China babies and cried for about 45 minutes until she fell asleep.
When Keith visited her orphanage in China, he took pictures of the room with all the cribs. The floor was cement surrounded by four concrete walls. It was very cold. All the steel cribs were lined up in row after row. The thin mattresses were more like boards. Emma's bed was about right in the middle. Often in the orphanages, there are 2-3 caretakers in the day, and "total lockdown" at night. That means, no caretakers at night. If the children wake up sick or with a nightmare, no one is there to comfort them. And you can imagine when they bring a new orphan in, the baby cries all night, not yet knowing it will do no good. Eventually they learn to cry silent tears... for themselves and each other. Emma was 2 and half when we got her. No doubt, she has some horrific memories. When we first came home, I'd often go in to check on her at night and find the covers over her head.