The D word. The unspeakable D word that every military family knows to prepare for, but hopes won't happen. The D word that is sort of a rite of passage in the military world--you're not really a member of the club until it's happened.
Deployment. It's happening.
We knew Michael would be deploying sometime this year. This base deploys people a lot so we knew it would happen. With the news of the pregnancy, we were even hoping it would be soon. Within the next few months, so he could be back before the baby is born. What we weren't expecting is such short notice.
We were given just over a week's notice. That's not a lot of time to wrap your head around a deployment, especially the first deployment. It's more than some people get, but that knowledge doesn't make it suck any less.
So we're trying to squeeze in family time amongst all the preparations that come with an impending deployment. Even if we're not really certain what all that entails. We're both trying to mentally prepare for the separation. We're trying to prepare Evie. We're trying to reconcile ourselves to the fact that he'll be gone for most of the fun stuff about this pregnancy--hearing the heartbeat for the first time and the big ultrasound.
We're going to be okay. That much at least, I'm certain about. I'm far away from family, but I've got great friends here. And other people in our support system are only a phone call away. We have trips planned to help pass the time. And of course, preparing for the new baby will keep me plenty busy.
And I just remind myself of all the silver linings of deployment. Like less laundry. And having control of the television remote. And eating foods Michael doesn't like.
That's the key to military life, I think. Finding the silver linings.