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My Friday the 13th baby

10.13.10 | Spot | 7 Comments

If I’d not gotten induced with Lucy four years ago, and if she’d gestated as long as Molly, she’d be a November baby. But I did, and she didn’t, so Happy Birthday, Lucy! Sorry I made you come out so early (and so small, just seven pounds and five ounces — so, not really small, just small for our family). Hope the seventeen months of breastfeeding (which you are obsessed with making sure the baby gets enough of) made it up to you!

I’m calling today to schedule a speech assessment for you. Grandpa asked me, again, if I was concerned about your language abilities. It doesn’t bother me that you can’t say your “k”s or “g”s yet; I think it’s kind of cute, and your vocabulary and comprehension are just fine. I’m pretty sure the therapist will tell me either A) There’s nothing wrong, why are you so paranoid? or B) This kid has serious problems, why didn’t you call us two years ago?

Now if they could do something about your helium-infused muchkin accent . . .

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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