Today, with the endo-tracheal tube no longer blocking your airways, you cried like a real baby for the first time. Or at least tried. I was surprised. The last time you were extubated, you gurgled a little bit but that's about it. This time it was a nice, sustained expression of despair and distress. You had trouble getting the decibels up there, though, so it sounded a little bit more like one of those half-drowned cats I was talking about in one of the earlier letters. Sadly, I wasn't there to witness it but your mother recorded it for me. Apparently, she was in ZOMG-MOM-MODE the whole time, desperate to make whatever ill that was bothering you go away. Having never seen you cry after 2 months of ceaselessly watching over you, I'm sure she had lot's of pent up mommy instincts just bursting to get out.