Thanks so much for the encouragement and support on the school thing...

Sometimes is hard to make decisions based on an issue that you can't really share with everyone, but I knew you would understand... Our priority right now is that my daughter gets her past life out of her system, in a way, and that she feels safe, confident, and taken care of.
Thanks for the tips on the plane thing. It always help to think about how it really happened, maybe I can guide her somehow, but no rush. Everything has its own timing.
By the way, I don't know if I channel something but it seems every time I write on this forum my daughter has an episode. Yesterday she woke up really afraid, irritable, and tense and it took me a while to figure out that it was because she had had a nightmare. When I asked, she told me that the cops had been beating her and felt exhausted, but what is interesting is that she put her dad in the dream who ended up protecting her from the "bad men" and driving them away. It's the first time she does that. She said he had bigger boots than the bad men did... I'm happy he makes her feel safe.
But what I wanted to share with other parents out there is that we had a really hard day yesterday. I mean, she was in such a bad mood for most of the morning, didn't want to eat, didn't want to follow instructions on even basic stuff, forget about potty-training for the day. Everything was a huge struggle, and my internal struggle was to keep calm as best as I could... But by midday, I was soooooo tired. Little kids can be so exhausting. I'm guessing it happens to everyone but the key here is that I have to force myself to stay calm because I don't want to trigger anything. She's already dealing with so much. So, keeping calm but also putting my foot down on certain things is really hard. It reminds me of my friend Ukwood on the other thread... It's not always easy not raising your voice at a little kid, but kids with trauma tend to connect the two, so it feels like an extra challenge.
I was lucky that dad didn't have to work in the afternoon so when I told him what was going on (actually my daughter made a point of telling him about the nightmare, which she doesn't usually do. That she feels comfortable sharing that makes me super happy), he took her out. They spent all afternoon in the park, out with friends, playing. She was doing so much better when she came back... Back to her usual self.
One day at a time...