The word no military spouse wants to hear.
We found out that my husband would be deploying this year only a few months before the birth of our very first baby boy. This is not something a first time pregnant mama takes lightly. I was devastated. This was supposed to be OUR time. We were supposed to go through this pregnancy, delivery and first everything together. Unfortunately, Uncle Sam is the real boss around here so my husband would be leaving whether I liked it or not. And in case I didn’t express myself well, I DID NOT like it.
Thankfully he was able to be by my side through my pregnancy and delivery of our precious angel who was born in May. I am so very grateful for those two months we got to spend all together as a family of three.
Flash forward to July. Baby boy and I drove daddy to the airport to say “see you later”. We shared hugs and kisses and overseas he went. I drove home from the airport praying to God to please help me during this season. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but I didn’t exactly know what to expect or how I was going to manage taking care of a 2 month old all by myself for the next six months.
The last five months are a blur. Sometimes I don’t even know what day it is. I am so grateful for my mama friends, military mama friends, church community and my amazing parents who have been there with me through the thick of it.
This lifestyle is HARD. My husband misses birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries. He has been away as our son has learned to roll, sit up and say “Dada” for the very first time. Thankfully, this season is coming to an end and he will be returning sometime after the turn of the new year. As tough as it has been I know that I will be walking away from this time with a renewed strength and confidence in myself as an individual, as a mama, and a wife. I can’t wait for homecoming!