When I found out I was going to be a mother, I was two months into my twenty-first year of my life. This was by far one of the best days of my life, but also one of the scariest. At the time my husband was in the United States Navy, and was stationed in San Diego, California. At that point of my life I was starting a new chapter, and getting ready to move out there to be with him. With the knowledge of being pregnant scared me because I would be so far away from my family, since his ship was planning on being deployed a month before my due date for a minimum of six months. There were so many mixed emotions that I was going through it seemed unimaginable.
Without the constant reassurance from my husband I would have been an emotional wreck. It was hard for me to accept that he was going to miss the birth of our new little bundle of joy, and he wouldn’t have the chance to even see our baby until she was about six months old. It broke my heart and every time that thought went through my head I would end up in tears. It was especially hard because so many miles separated us, and I couldn’t just pick up the phone and vent to him, nightly calls were all I got, but they were by far the best. During this part of our life together we were probably the closest we have been. Every I love you and phone call were so appreciated nor taken for granted that the emotions were like a roller coaster ride. Which made me a complete train wreck, and a few months before my due date he was released from his military duties to care for me along with our daughter, because it was in our best interest.
It seemed as though the emotional ride would come to an end, but it just continued. Now that my husband was out of the Navy meant that there was no income for our family along with medical benefits. It seemed as though nothing would ever go right. We pictured our family situation to be so much different and a lot easier then it was proving to be.
Finally the arrival of our...