My baby's birthday gift to me--his first words

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Hallo!

Flashback: Migo and I, along with my mom, visited the pedia for the monthly check up. Honey was in Australia by the way, and thanks mom is always there to fill him in. When the pedia asked me if Migo was already talking, I said not yet. Which was true because he would just make sounds, not talk. "No consonants" was how I described it. Pedia checked the record. Eight months. No talking yet? She then started talking about how important it is to talk to the baby often, face to face, no television, actual interaction, etcetera etcetera. I was not at all listening for I was doing all that already. Even the yaya (I wanted to believe that, but the truth really, I was not sure at all). She then dropped two words that made me focused to her again--developmental pedia.

Developmental pedia?! Wait, wait!! I did not want these words. Did it mean my Migo was sort of slow? Or behind? Eight months and not yet talking. I texted all my cousins and girlfriends and asked them what month their babies started talking. Six months. Seven months. Some even as early as five months. My little man was already eight months!! I got scared really. And how am I going to tell this to honey? I was not able to sleep that night.

That week, we were scheduled to spend it to my parents' place. I asked everyone to talk to Migo as often as possible. It did not come as a problem for they were all really sabik for my baby. Apart from that, I spent several, as in several times in a day talking to him with just da-da-da-da. Just da-da-da for I heard almost babies started with these syllables. I even often sang to him Lady Gaga's Bad Romance replacing the lyrics to da-da-da. That was how determined, dedicated and hopeful I was. It went like that for a week, non-stop.

After one week, we went back to Fairview (had to be back in time for Elmer's arrival). I told honey the "news". He shrugged it off. Okay, at least one of us was not panicky about it.

January 24, 2010-- we were having dinner at the gazebo and all of us were gathered there. Just when everybody was doing their chikas, Migo uttered da-da-da. Yes, he did!! And everybody stopped to listen to what he had to say. My heart skipped a beat as I watched his mouth move, giving out a loud voice saying da-da-da. It eventually became da-da-di and it made Elmer smile. A big smile, actually.

When we said our goodnight's to everybody (since it was already 9:30 and I was set to be strict with that sleeping time), I had a one on one talk with my little man. All I just said to him was thank you, thank you, thank you so much. That was the best birthday gift I have ever received--your da-da-da.
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