It sounded so much more like a mature vocalization than her typical baby squeal, and was so extended, that all three of us (who were surrounding her) laughed big belly laughs, and because her exclamation dragged on, we continued laughing. Then, Allison slowly looked around at our three faces, with huge, wide eyes. Her eyes seemed so big, and seemed to get bigger, as she turned her head from side to side, looking between each of our faces, taking in the noise of our laughter and our giant, attentive eyes and smiles. Gradually, her eyebrows furrowed as we watched her face turn to concern, then fear, and then pure sadness, just before she let out a cry, which straightaway turned to an inconsolable wail. Our happy baby was now a sad, crying puddle. I eventually had to take her in my arms and nurse her before she would calm down. I don't think I've ever witnessed something that illustrates so appropriately that Allison is, at this moment, just a genuine, innocent baby.
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