Well, my family was great for the first few weeks. If I needed someone to help watch the baby (my youngest was 7 months old when we moved here), they came right over. If I needed someone to drive one of my kids somewhere, they were here in a flash. The eagerness and happiness to help seemed to dwindle after about week 3. First, I must tell you that I am NOT one to ask for help. I would rather do it myself because I am a bit OCD. So, it was hard for me to ask for the help in the first place. My parents practically begged me to move back home so they could help me. **Side note - I was put on bed rest and couldn't lift anything over 10 lbs for 6 weeks after my surgery. Well, about 4 weeks after my surgery I stopped asking for any help and just got whatever needed to be done -DONE!
Fast forward about 9 months.......I'm completely healed and feel better than I have in years!!! However, I'm miserable without my husband!!! My kids are suffering without their dad everyday, I'm suffering without my husband everyday. We were a much better unit when we were all together.
Not sure how I will react each June/July (when we usually get the orders for our next post) approaches and there isn't the anticipation of where will we be moving next! Am I being too hopeful? Not sure. My husband isn't being as optimistic as I am. His wheels are turning in the back of his mind.....he can't quite grasp the feeling that we could possibly be stationed in one location -for good! We'll see...one thing is for sure (if he accepts the new position) we will at least all be together for the next 13 months! I don't think I could stand another year without him!