Hailey has proven to be rather difficult, fighting her new life. But I still have hope that she will adjust accordingly. She just needs more love and plenty of discipline.

After I had found her diaperless, she began throwing a fit and using nasty language. I quickly put her line, got her to quiet down and diapered again and let her play on the floor.

She didn't do much playing, however, instead she mainly glared at all the toys I had bought her as if they were to blame. "Hailey Baby," I crouched down beside her, "are you hungry?" She stubbornly shook her head no but her growling belly said otherwise.

"Come on baby," I said taking her in my arms, "lets get you some numnums."

I sat her in her high chair and turned cartoons on for her while I heated up her bottle. When I returned with her formula I found her with her head in between her arms on the tray of her chair. "Little girl, what's wrong?" I asked gently.

"I just want to go home," she looked at me, tears running down her cheeks.

"Oh baby, you are home. You're with Daddy now."

This only seemed to make her cry even more so I picked her up from her high chair and carried her to the couch. Rocking my crying little girl gently, I placed the bottle to her lips.

As the bratty girl she is and despite her sadness, she turned her head away from the bottle. "Now, now little girl," I scolded, "you know you need to eat. I know you're missing your old life. But this is your life now and you'll slowly learn to love it."

Hailey sobbed louder, trying to push herself out of my hold. She was no match compared to my strength as I simply readjusted her position easily. Again I placed the bottle back to her lips. They remained sealed. "Do you remember what happens to disobedient little girls?" I threatened.

She looked up at me in fear and hesitantly opened her mouth, allowing me to slip the nipple of the bottle between her lips.

"Suck," I ordered.

I happily watched as she closed her eyes and began sucking on her bottle. God, she was so precious.