…of a military wife.
As you all know, Travis deployed at the beginning of April.
I haven’t really mentioned much about it since he has left. Just trying to focus on getting things done before Baby M arrives.
You may recall my post back in January
about finding out he was going to be deploying and possibly not be around for Baby M’s birth. It was a bit of a venting session for me and explaining how I felt about everything.
Well, we found out last week that Travis will NOT be able to come home for Baby M’s birth.
We knew the chances were slim but I was trying to stay positive and it SUCKED to officially get the word that he was not coming home.
So now I get to join in the ranks of giving birth without her husband by her side.
I know MANY woman do this alone but I REALLY didn’t want to do this by myself. Well, I guess it is what it is and I am keeping my head held high and moving on like I have done in the past. I shed my tears and now I’m focusing on the last few weeks/days I have left of this pregnancy.
I still absolutely HATE the fact that he will not be meeting his baby girl until she is about 6 mths old. I know people say, “she won’t remember a thing” but babies change SO much in the beginning and he will just have to watch it all through pictures.
I know we will try to Skype more once she is born but I am also so nervous that she is going to scared of him once he gets home not knowing who the random guy is suddenly in our lives.
Hopefully, she will recognize his voice from Skype and the videos Travis recorded of himself reading books to her before he left. We’ll see!
My hospital has the capability to skype in the rooms so we are hoping that we will be able to at least do that so Travis can experience something with me. So now, here’s to hoping that he will be available at the time of labor!
A friend of mine tagged me on FB to this poem about a Military Wife and I just wanted to share it on here as well.
A Military Wife
The military wife can handle…
— Lots of moving… Moving… Moving… Moving far from home… Moving two cars, three kids and one dog…all riding with HER of course. Moving sofas to basements because they won’t go in THIS house; Moving curtains that won’t fit; Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours. Moving away from friends; Moving toward new friends; Moving her most important luggage: her trunk full of memories.
Often waiting… Waiting… Waiting… Waiting for housing. Waiting for orders. Waiting for deployments. Waiting for phone calls. Waiting for reunions. Waiting for the new curtains to arrive. Waiting for him to come home, For dinner…AGAIN!
They call her ‘Military Dependent’, but she knows better: She is fiercely In-Dependent.
She can balance a check book; Handle the yard work; Fix a noisy toilet; Bury the family pet…
She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts. She can file the taxes; Sell a house; Buy a car; Or set up a move… …..all with ONE Power of Attorney.
She welcomes neighbors that don’t welcome her. She reinvents her career with every PCS; Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south. And learns to call them all ‘home’. She MAKES them all home.
Military Wives are somewhat hasty… They leap into: Decorating, Leadership, Volunteering, Career alternatives, Churches, And friendships. They don’t have 15 years to get to know people. Their roots are short but flexible. They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.
Military Wives quickly learn to value each other: They connect over coffee, Rely on the spouse network, Accept offers of friendship and favors. Record addresses in pencil…
Military Wives have a common bond: The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is unique. He doesn’t have a ‘JOB’ He has a ‘MISSION’ that he can’t just decide to quit… He’s on-call for his country 24/7. But for her, he’s the most unreliable guy in town! His language is foreign TDY, PCS, OPR, SOS, ACC, BDU, ACU, BAR, CIB, TAD, And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his. She is the long- distance link to keep them informed; the glue that holds them together.
A Military Wife has her moments: She wants to wring his neck; Dye his uniform pink; Refuse to move to Siberia; But she pulls herself together. Give her a few days, A travel brochure, A long hot bath, A pledge to the flag, A wedding picture, And she goes. She packs. She moves. She follows.
Why? What for? How come? You may think it is because she has lost her mind. But actually it is because she has lost her heart. It was stolen from her by a man, Who puts duty first, Who longs to deploy, Who salutes the flag, And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her Military Husband, She will remain his military wife. And would have it no other way.
So, I would still greatly appreciate any prayers you would like to say for Travis’ safe return in December so he will finally be able to hold his baby girl for the first time.