In my last post I briefly mentioned the news that Dylan will be home for the birth of our baby girl. I didn't elaborate because honestly at the time, I was still in the midst of deciphering my feelings on the situation.
By not discussing it, I feel like I didn't let on to how excited & relieved I feel that he will be home. I also didn't let on to how absolutely thrown for a loop I started feeling at the news.
We prayed (and prayed and prayed...) that "they" would send him home early and in time to attend the birth. I spent many days with tears in my eyes as I looked at pictures of new dads with their babies at the hospital, wondering if Dylan would get to experience those first moments. I would pin articles about "Tips for new dad's for the first few weeks" and wonder if I should even bother reading. It made me sad not for myself, but for Dylan. I knew that I would be okay as I would be with our daughter, but I worried about him missing out on such a precious time in our lives.
I relied on my faith that however things went, that was how it is meant to be. If he was here, great. If he wouldn't be, we would be okay. It was the uncertainty that was and continues to be more stressful than the facts at hand. I don't do well waiting on the sidelines, swaying in the balance. I like to have a time line, a general plan as to when and how things will go.
Especially being pregnant.
I've mentioned before that my hormones are really kicking into high gear. I cry at everything.
Everythingggg. I cry when I think about the fact that I don't know where my baby will be born. Which hospital should I tour? How can I possibly make a birth plan when I don't even know which state I'll be in? A part of me hates that now when I go to my doctor appointments, I can't speak in confidence that I will be delivering with someone in that practice. Living in limbo is not fun, especially as my baby girl is limboing and cha-cha-cha'ing in my belly, reminding me that she is going to be here before we know it!
The hardest part is that I am not in control, Dylan is not in control. We know he will be sent home early, but our time frame as of now is so vague. We don't know if it will be soon, soon enough for me to move back to North Carolina, or towards the end after I can no longer safely travel.
My instinct is to say,
don't you people get it? That this is something that takes some actual planning? Give us an answer! However, after years of living a military life, I have accepted that the military is their own breed and work at their own pace.
I try to remind myself that even though it seems like the military is the one calling the shots, it's really in God's timing. I am constantly reminding myself that our plan is already decided & that worrying and wondering isn't going to change a thing. I'm just incredibly impatient!
Either situation does not stress me or disappoint. Dylan and I both agree that both have their pros and cons. Our main desire was that Dylan be there, and whether it's in Atlanta or North Carolina, he will be. I remind myself to be thankful for this on it's own. It is in my personality to say, "Ok great..now on to the next thing to worry about...". I need to just stop and be grateful that our prayers were answered & a weight has been lifted.
I remind myself constantly at how lucky we are. My pregnancy has been a
breeze. Seriously..sure, I had horrid morning sickness in the beginning but nothing out of the norm. I've had zero complications, I have a healthy baby girl, and a supportive family. Sure, I hate that all of her stuff is stacked in a pile with no where to go as of now, but at least we are able to provide for that "stuff". Family and friends have already been so generous with buying things that she needs. What a blessing to even have people in our lives that can do that for her. I think of all of the women in this country who are pregnant with zero support, emotionally or financially. Layla will be born into a world of love and I am so grateful for that.
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There have been so many moments lately that I realize how much this little girl has already altered our life so much, and for the better. My mentality on so much has already shifted to thinking of her and our little family first and foremost. One main example is when I did learn that Dylan would make it home early. My first feelings were,
well I'm going to stay here either way. I already picked up and moved because you left & it's not fair to expect me to pick up and move again. A part of my initial reaction was selfish anger. I felt like here I am, pregnant and "alone" (not really alone, I have family and friends..but without my husband). I found a great OBGYN practice that I was excited to dive 100% into. I was excited to plan a hospital tour and sign up for classes at the hospital. It was nice to not feel like I was in transition. There are so many changes going on in my body and mind during this pregnancy, it felt nice to feel like my plan was established.
And then..it hit me. That this isn't about "my" plan..this is about our families plan. Where I would usually be stubborn and all about what I want, I have to take into consideration that this is just as important to Dylan, she is just as much his as she is mine. I would never want him to miss out on a single second, especially since he will already have missed these months of feeling her move around in my belly.
So we will see, I can plan everything in my mind, worry, stress, and none of it would change a thing! So I guess for now, we are just along for the ride..