After trying to have a second child, I start to feel sad and lost. Last August, my husband, who was in the military, left for 18 to 24 months of training in Alabama to train as a warrant officer. It was hard, but I supported his decision and believed that everything would be alright.
We met just three times during his absence. One of the time was Christmas. I hoped we would conceive during that appointment.
Approximately 10 days after he left, our 2-year-old daughter recorded a video saying, there was a baby in my mummy’s tummy, and we sent this video clip to him. He called right away, so happy we were having a second kid.
Later on, because of some problems, he could not finish his fight school. His position in North Carolina ceased to exist, and he had to move to Seattle for a new job with the Army’s legal team. I stayed in North Carolina with our young child and valued my pregnancy.
As my delivery date approached, I feared my husband would not arrive home on time. The flight takes 8 hours, and he did not have much time off. Our plan was for him to arrive the day before I was due, and if the baby did not deliver, then the doctor would help to start the birth of my baby.
I had observed other mothers with birth photographers and chose to employ one in case my husband was unavailable. I continued to hope he would succeed. At 39 weeks, Hurricane Florence came closer.
My mother visited to stay with us, thankfully the storm was not much, and the baby did not come yet. I began to experience Braxton Hicks contractions. Once my mom left, I went to the doctor and found out I was 4 to 5 centimeters open.
I told my husband to book a flight right away. He reserved a flight scheduled to arrive at 6:00 a.m. the following morning. That evening, while I was out shopping, I started having baby painI visited the doctor, and I was 6 centimeters open, and it was time to have the baby. I hurried to the hospital while my husband was still several hours away in Washington.
I was admitted to the hospital and got an epidural. My closet friend and mother came to the hospital for the support. The first part of my husband’s trip was to San Francisco. While he waited for his next flight, I made more progress
Just before his second flight, I called him to FaceTime, and it was the time to push; he sat on the airport floor and saw me having our baby girl at 12:02. Our daughter’s weight was only 7 pounds, 6 ounces and 20 inches tall.
My husband viewed her on FaceTime as she was given to me. Our photographer captured everything, including his emotional reaction. He arrived by 8:00 a.m. and finally embraced his daughter.Life in the military means making many sacrifices. My husband is really a real-life hero. I feel very blessed.
