My wonderful little girl started saying Dadda 2 an a half weeks ago. I was so thrilled to hear her calling her daddy’s name. She was 7.5 months when she said her first word and I couldn’t have been more proud of my girl, she’s my first child, so I wasn’t really knowing when to expect to hear her talk, so it was so exciting. As the days went on and she continued to call for her dad, I couldn’t help but feel a little left out. I felt ashamed for feeling that way as well, it was very confusing for me. I ramped up the amount I was saying mum and mumma to her in the hope that it would be her next word, i didn’t want her calling for anyone else before she said my name. It sounds terrible when I say it like that.
One week later I was rewarded. Mumma, mum, mmmmum, mumma. Once she started she didn’t stop. It was better than winning lotto, it was on par with finding out I was pregnant. It was the most wonderful sound and absolute blissful feeling to hear her call for me. After all those nights, after all the joy, tears, smiles and her pinching me as she feeds, it was such a magical feeling to know that I’m her mum, and she will now always call me mum.
Posted by melissamckanna, 11th April 2013