I'm going to try and start back at the beginning of Post College. It was a time in my (our) life that is important and surprisingly makes us who we are today. So here it goes...ugh well.... where do I even begin?
I feel as if my life has been in a tornado since college and the tornado picked up great speed when I graduated college and Jimmy joined the Army. Since then we have tried adjusting to Army life, dealt with more issues then we wanted and had great trials. I'm going to try and sum up four years in about a paragraph just to give some ground work as to how crazy our lives have really been.
2009-2010- I was in my first year of teaching and loved every second of it. Jimmy joined the Army in Feb. 2009 when he went to Basic training. During basic training I didn't have the luxury of talking with him regularly, just some good old fashion snail mail. Which, I have to say, was pretty romantic and exciting :) However, I got into a car crash 2 days after he left for boot camp and was unable to contact him. I wrote him a letter ASAP and he was so distraught (I believe the lack of sleep played a huge role) that one of his officers at the time allowed him to call me :) After boot camp he was off to officer school.... He was struck by lightning, got mono, and had a heat stroke. I think we probably should have seen the signs but on word we went.
We got married July 2011. July 1st we were finally given permission to get married. (We needed the Army to approve him to get married/ have leave) Well, we had to get married the last weekend of July because he had to report to his new unit in August. Ha, go ahead. Imagine planning a wedding in 4 weeks. Oh, we did it. By we I mean my mom and dad. They played such a huge role and took so much of the stress away. However, there weren't too many decisions because, well, there was no time to think twice. In August we moved half way across the country into no man's land.
Let me paint the picture for you. There is one main drag. We have a wal-mart and 2 sit down restaurants. Catfish junction and Wagon Masters. Not what I would consider fine dining or regular places to dine. I know people who love them but, uh, thanks but no thanks :) I'm scared to get my hair did, bleed every time I get my nails did, and the gas stations all smell like fried food. Think of it as your favorite all inclusive tropical vacation. Ok. Don't. It's not. It's only tropical, and by tropical I mean hot as hell.
Jimmy and his boys deployed in Sept. I found out a week after he deployed that I was expecting our first baby dut.........
April 2011 I decided to move home to have the help and support during the birth and first couple months of our babies life with my parents since who know if Jimmy was able to come home. A week after I moved him Jimmy got Shot.
May 1st was his first day in the United States. Quite frankly, I had no idea what he would look like, the extent of injuries and what exactly happened. My mom tried to prepare me that he could look mangled, blood everywhere, ect....... That was sweet of her, scared the crap out of me, and he looked NOTHING like that :)
May 1st through December 2011 was quite possibly the most trying time of my life. I sat by his bedside daily from 7am until 8 or 9ish went back to a hotel slept and started all over again the next day. I was huuuuuuugely pregnant and fat on top of being pregnant. I'm sure stress played a role but not the whole flippin 9 months. I made poor choices, really poor choices. We went through surgeries, wound cleanings, wound vacs, massive amounts of narcotics, narcotic dependencies, PTS, flash backs, all the stages of grief, shrinks, withdrawals from narcotics, living in a hotel room, wheel chairs, physical therapy, learning to walk, bathing on own, crutches, canes, water breaking, labor and the birth of our 1st child.
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