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This has really just started. Yeah, yeah, she has always cried out to relay a message like, 'I hate the feeling of pee in my diaper' or 'the sun is in my eyes and I'm not happy about it.' Now she is relaying a message of a desire. For example today she was sucking on a board book when it fell beside her. She screamed out and her face looked like someone was physically hurting her. A screaming wail with no breathing and tightly squinted eyes that hold back tears; this sort of scream. (This is when Toben chimes in with his concern) As soon as I handed her the book again, immediately her eyes opened, and she took a breath of relief and went back to sucking on a page.
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I am excited for Fiona. She is growing up. And as she develops I will have more to think about. Wish me luck. :)
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