Lately, the Hubs and I have been talking about having the third child. With all of the deployment babies popping up in our old unit, I’ve got some jealousy and baby fever. When it comes to our planning though, the military really has no effect on it. I honestly feel like if you wait for the perfect time with the military, you’ll never have a kid. Field trainings and deployments have this habit of just appearing out of nowhere, and since we all know that nothing is concrete until it actually happens, you really just never know.
|R&R August 2011|
My littlest bundle of joy was born exactly three weeks before her daddy left to Afghanistan. She made her appearance a bit later than her due date, so we were worried about Hubster missing the birth all together. He was one of the lucky ones who had to go in advance, which made us more nervous about him missing it. I’m also super grateful that the unit didn’t go to JRTC or NTC, each month-long pre-deployment trainings, because that could have also caused him to miss the birth.
Back before Adri even began to exist, there was talk about the unit deploying at the end of 2011, but no one really had any idea when. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t until August or September that they had a clearer timeline. Had we waited and tried to plan around deployment and the Army, Veronica might still be an only child.
I really can’t complain about having a newborn, a toddler, and a deployed husband. It truly was not that bad. I was the FRG (Family Readiness Group) leader for two years leading up to the deployment, and I kept the position throughout the deployment. Moving back to my parents’ house wasn’t an option for me. Keeping the three of us alive wasn’t easy, but military wives are tough, so I made it work.
All in all, I’m very happy with how it all worked out. No one is mentally scarred yet, and we’re all well off and happy.
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