Sleepover vs. separation anxiety

A couple of weeks ago, I went to a good friend's wedding.  While I was gone, Mimi came to visit.  C couldn't have been more excited for the visit.  Mimi got to "sleepover!"  He knows her so well...the first thing that he asked her was "did you bring me pajamas?"  She brought him footie doggie pjs. He loves them.  He says," I can walk in these because they have feet. I am so excited!"  Aunt Malou sent Mickey Mouse pjs (which he insisted wearing 4 days in a row...thank goodness Mimi did so much laundry!) and Toy Story books.  C got to make Halloween projects and decorate our dining room table with the "nice witch".  E was also a good little girl.  Until I came home, that is.  That Monday, I took E to her 9 month appointment and she was great.  19 lbs, 14 oz.  But when I put her down on the examining table, she screamed. She cried so hard that she formed two little tear puddles on the paper.  As soon as I picked her up, she stopped.  The next two days, she was the same at daycare.  Her teachers thought something must surely be wrong with her...she didn't want to eat, she cried and screamed and was inconsolable.  Until I can to pick her up and immediately, she would calm down and be quiet.  And even smile.  She was so fussy, even sometimes with Da Da, that I did take her to the doctor's two days after her well appointment.  And all the doctors could say was, "she's fine."

Fine, but having quite a hard time separately from Ma Ma right now!