Dear Lucia,
You are ten and a half months! I cannot believe it. I write so infrequently but life is so busy these days. I can barely keep up. You are on the move. You are doing the commando crawl - scooting on your tummy, dragging yourself by your arms. You will get the hang of crawling, I know it. You also scoot around on your butt, backwards. You are so curious, trying to climb all over me when I hold you. It seems you have all the energy and motivation in the world, you just need a bit more coordination. Before we know it you will be fully mobile and there will be absolutely no stopping you. You love to stand and play at your music table. You dance along to the music. You are so happy, so silly.
You do protest at mealtimes. You want to feed yourself, and every day we try new things. Your appetite isn't so great, as your top teeth slooooowly cut through. My poor baby. You scream and fuss and get so frantic. I know it is those teeth. I try everything - cold teethers, orajel, tylenol, etc and nothing helps you. You just want to be held. And I will hold you all day as long as I can. Poor baby.
I am planning your birthday party, and I am overjoyed that you are already turning one. A whole year ago since your scary beginning turned into a glorious homecoming. I am working on a letter to Dr. Ramos and to your doctors at CHOP. I want them to see the beautiful little girl you have become. You are so happy, smiling, easygoing. You are beautiful. Unless your teeth are bugging you, you don't fuss. You don't complain. You have so much to say. Your baby babble is the cutest thing in the world. I love you, Lucia.
Love, Mama
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