Perry started saying “Mama” shortly after the cochlear was activated, but then it faded away. There was a resurgence of “Mama” a few weeks ago and undeniable evidence that he also knew what “Mama” meant.
Matt has been patient. Since Perry’s diagnosis, we had both longed to hear him say our names.
Matt’s birthday was this past Monday. I had been feverishly working with Perry to get him to say “DADA” in the hopes he would spit it out when the big day came around.
Last Thursday we had a CRAZY day and incident with a CRAZY woman at the playground. Everyone was kind of shaken up and not really together when we got home. We all trudged upstairs for bath. Someone accidentally left the gate open. In the discussions with the older boys about this crazy lady, Perry found his way to the stairs and tumbled to the bottom. I ran faster than I have ever run and shot down the stairs. He was already sitting up and crying his poor sweet head off. Since he had already righted himself I knew his neck and back were fine and felt okay about scooping him up. Matt came to see how Perry was doing and started comforting him as I was holding him. Perry looked up at him, was babbling a bunch of gibberish and then burst out with “DADA”, looked at Matt and said again, “DADA”. That fall and knock on the noggin, finally got those long awaited words out.
Thankfully, Perry is fine and, while a few days early, that was Matt’s best gift ever.