Since when did my name change?

Arden has stopped calling me mommy or momma and it is "MA". Just like some country hillbilly. She just told me "I need milk, ma" I have no idea where it came from but I am scared I am going to be stuck with it. Even when she wakes up in the middle of the night she will say "Where are you, Ma?" I feel like and old lady. ha. We have been trying to adjust to the new bed at our new house. I know this is something that we should have already mastered. Living with Grammy and Dandy and getting to sleep with them or us has just got to stop. As soon as we moved in Matt jumped on her bed and it broke. It was my brothers hand me down that I painted so it isn't really made for that. Well, I finally got another wood slat cut and replaced it last week. One of the things that Matt asked me to do was to try to master the bedtime routine...something we have never been strict about since we have never had to. Matt was out of town so I would flip on HGTV and let her lay down by me and she would fall asleep. It was just easy for me when he was gone 3-4 nights a week. But now she has to go to her bed upstairs and she was a little scared. We have never been on seperate floors. I have a video monitor that I bought for this house just because I was scared i wouldn't hear her. She is on other side of house and upstairs. To be built in 1920 --this house is insulated well. You can barely hear her cry downstairs. So, since Monday night I have been reading a book and rocking her and into her bed at bedtime. Monday night she woke up 12:30, 1:30, 2:30 and then at 4:30 I woke up sitting in her rocking chair---I had feel asleep. I don't hold her. She just starts asking "where are you?" I pop my head in and that's that. Well, Tues night she must have woken up 20 times. I almost died. Do I really want another baby any time soon--this was a small window into what that was like. Last night she only woke up about 3 times and I slept on the pull out upstairs so I wasn't doing stair master at night. When she said "Where are you" I just yelled across the hall for her to lay down and go back to sleep. It worked. So not to jinx myself but maybe by the end of the week we could have this down pat. I just figured it prob was time for a set bedtime--even though it never really bothered us before. Plus, Matt wanted me to do it. So aren't a good wife for tackling this while he is out of town all week. He should be proud when he gets home.