December 18, 2009
The other night, I decided I was thirsty and that I should get up and go downstairs to get some water. And before I could get up, the baby started "playing." She was being very bouncy and was punching the top of my uterus with her little fist. I started pushing back at her, and she'd punch again. It was like we were playing a game. And I loved sitting there playing with her, but I desperately wanted that glass of water too. I knew that if I stood up and walked downstairs, she'd move positions and the game would be over.
And in that moment, I hated being in this house alone. I just wanted to look over at my husband and ask him to go get me some water and then come back to the sofa and keep playing with us. I wanted to have it both ways, the water and the game, and that's not possible when I'm alone.
I just desperately wanted someone to run grab that water for me. And I had no one.
While I know you didnâ€™t mean it to be, this post is a perfect example of what we often hear but never truly fully appreciate regarding our military families making sacrifices.
While Iâ€™m sorry that you had no one in that moment, Iâ€™m so grateful for you, Sarah, and your husband.
P.S. Camel Back?
Posted by: tim at December 18, 2009 09:52 AM (CnABi)
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