I had a pretty great life before I had kids. I was working on my writing career, and enjoying my husband. The military lifestyle can be rough for newlyweds, but we made it through our first four years without a scratch. He worked full time, I worked part-time and went to school part-time, and we spent a lot of time trying to keep Blockbuster in business, and probably single-handedly kept the local Taco Bell in business. It was an incredible time in our lives, where we were figuring out who we were as people, while also growing as individuals.
But, we knew we were ready for a baby when we started buying winter coats and boots for our dog. Yeah, it was time to make a tiny human. Of course, the military knows when you start making plans, and they know how to foil them. Instead of being home to
be at my beck and call enjoy that magical time together, he instead kissed me and my six-month pregnant belly goodbye, and headed off for Afghanistan. Skipping over the train wreck of anxiety and worry I was for five months, he came home when our daughter was 7-weeks-old.
She is amazing; she takes every wonderful thing I thought being a parent was going to be and multiplies it by 1,000. The highs are higher and the lows are lower. Sydney ruled our life (and still does, she just has to share with her brother, now).
I have my BA in Communications from Cameron University (go Aggies!), and I am a freelance writer. My exquisite opinions are found all over the internet. Seriously, you can’t get away from them. I’ve been published on EverydayFamily, Many Kind Regards, and The Mighty, to name a few. I love my degree, but you could call me the black sheep of the family, as my sister and both my parents have degrees in the science fields. Yes, I’m the emotional, introverted, weird hippy of the family, and proud of it.
I married my husband when I was 19 (SCANDALOUS!), and we are going on nine years of a fabulous marriage. It wasn’t easy making it to this point after getting married so young. Like, it hasn’t been easy. But he’s awesome; he puts other husbands to shame, and other dads to even worse shame. There’s nothing that man wouldn’t do for me or our children, and that’s all I could ask for. Plus, look at him! Guy can rock a five o’clock shadow like nobody’s business, and seeing the joy on his face while holding our sweet baby boy, well, that seals the deal for me. Every time.
Jackson Samuel was born on April 28, 2014, just as precious as he could be. Two weeks later, he was whisked away to the children’s hospital, where this blog was born one night as I tried to get comfortable on the plastic couch “beds” they provide. Go read it. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll be shocked. Hopefully you’ll share something that really sticks with you. After 90 days, when our entire family was reaching a breaking point from the stress of everything, he was released, and, now…
We are finally a family of four!
Browse, enjoy, and send me a tweet or an email (firstname.lastname@example.org)! I love hearing from all types of people, and I love hearing from families who have been through what we have seen Jackson go through. There’s comfort in numbers!