I am the wife of a soldier in the United States Army. My husband has been going through the process of a medical discharge for the past six months. We waited and waited while computers crashed and paperwork was misplaced, and suddenly, over the holidays we were told that everything had been settled and it was time to start clearing. My husband has been working every day to tie up loose ends and clear out of the Army while I stay home and feed the baby. We are stationed at Fort Irwin, which is literally smack dab in the middle of the Mojave Desert. It is a lonely place, with the nearest town being 40 miles away.
I am still recovering from the birth and learning about how to care for a newborn and we have a little over a week to move to Phoenix, AZ. My husband cooks dinner for us at night (something that I used to do every night) and cleans up. He takes care of the cat litter, the garbage, and some of the laundry while I try to get the hang of breastfeeding. During the day he has been getting the signatures required in order to leave, making arrangements for the movers and storage facility in Phoenix, enrolling our son in the Army's insurance program, and grocery shopping. He sleeps in the spare bedroom so he can get the sleep he needs to make it through the day while I feed the baby through the night. I miss him next to me at night.
The Army will be moving most of our household goods, while we just have to take care of all of the baby's belongings, our clothes, and our irreplaceable items. We have a daunting six hour drive ahead of us with a small trailer, a newborn baby, two cats and the bare necessities. We have some minor packing and cleaning to do before we go. I am anxious to get to Phoenix where we have an amazing support system of friends and family awaiting us. I will miss the wonderful friends I have made here, but I am anxious to get out of this place. We have been here for over two years now and I have had enough.
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