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Being a Pregnant Mama in a Military Family During a Pandemic - By Bethany Harold

Being a Pregnant Mama in a Military Family During a Pandemic - By Bethany Harold

Imagine being told you aren’t allowed to travel more than 50 miles away from your home, your spouse is gone for training, your families live hundreds of miles away, you have a full-time job, there is constant talk about staying away from people and essentials items you need being sold out, and you are six months pregnant with a 14 month old. That is what it is like to be a pregnant in a military family during a pandemic. 

Having a husband that is active duty Army and being a military family is like any other “normal” family but with some unique challenges.


Why Didn’t Anybody Tell Me? Or Maybe They Did - Written by Sarah Mowery

Why Didn’t Anybody Tell Me? Or Maybe They Did - Written by Sarah Mowery

Why didn’t anybody tell me how hard the first few weeks of motherhood would be? Why didn’t they tell me I would be so overwhelmed with emotion that I would cry for apparently no reason? Why didn’t they tell me I would resent my new schedule of feeding the baby all day, every day? And why didn’t they tell me I would miss my old life, but feel guilty about it? 

Or maybe they did. 


Returning to Work with a New Baby - Written by Lisa Nerem

Returning to Work with a New Baby - Written by Lisa Nerem

After I had my first baby almost 6 years ago, I was sad when I had to take her to daycare, but I guess I just accepted it. This time around, I really struggled. Was it because I knew this would be my last maternity leave ever? Was it the fact that my baby screamed whenever I wasn’t holding her? Or was it my raging hormones following my c-section? Whatever the reason, returning to life with a new baby as a working mom is beyond challenging.

Does Joy Really Come in the Morning? A Tale of 4 Kids with the Stomach Flu by Lindsay Gerber

Does Joy Really Come in the Morning? A Tale of 4 Kids with the Stomach Flu by Lindsay Gerber

It was 10 p.m. I had gone to bed that night feeling peaceful. I made sure my kitchen was clean so that when I woke up the next morning I felt no pressure to do anything. I had gotten caught up on laundry, which was almost never the case. Everyone had new sheets on their beds. I was going to wake up to my coffee pot brewing my favorite coffee. I was going to open the curtains and there would be sun coming into my house shining the perfect amount of light. My kids would most definitely sleep in, and surely I would wake up before them to get the alone time I had desired. I laid there planning breakfast in my head but then I fell asleep…

Who am I? by Lindsay Gerber

Who am I? by Lindsay Gerber

The smell of spit up. Was it in my hair? Was it on my nursing gown? Was this just how I smelled now? A shower seemed so out of reach as I stared at my first born. I’m pretty sure I hadn’t reached for my toothbrush in a couple days. I had a profound eye twitch, and I found myself crying more than I laughed. I was headed down a slippery slope, but afraid to admit it.