Becoming a REAL family...

So baby boy number 3, Osian, completed our puzzle without us knowing it needed completing! This little miracle babe revived our souls, our lives and our love. Plodding along was no longer an option! We had become sick of leaving each other every week, whilst Simeon drove 2.5 hours away every Sunday evening. Resentment kicked in too, I hated him coming home just to leave again. I struggled during the week solo, breastfeeding & a needy baby imprisoned me to the house. My only retreat was the school run which sometimes ended in coffee at the local cafe before returning to my hovel of a home. All we both really wanted was a complete family, together. Both of us weary about the subject it took us until Osian was about 6 months old to bring it up, it had been a long time coming!!

We went away for two nights up in Brecon, with just the two littles. James chose to stay with his grandparents as he's at that age when going to a beautiful village with your parents is a form of torture! Driving up to Brecon my husband approached the distance subject with caution. We had been going through a rough patch (AGAIN!) and I think he was worried I'd jump in feet first without thinking if he said LETS DO IT! So our options were him to get out of the army (let's be honest that was never an option really, civvy street is more daunting than ever when military ways are all you know) or we pack up and take the leap into military life up on camp, but at least we'd be together as a family. We discussed this a lot over the two days away. We went to a lovely local restaurant and I sat there looking at his handsome face. We could do this! I could do this! LETS DO THIS! 

The decision was made, we needed to be together before this family fell apart. It was an all or nothing situation. And we were both ready to give our all. My husband opened up about how he hated leaving us on a Sunday, and that Osian made it even harder. All weekend he would end up holding us at arms length knowing that he'd have to say good bye again, which was killing us all. 

Excitement built, anxiety built, then happiness connected the both. We'd been together 7 years, raised two children, and now a third had been thrown into the bedlam. I was so happy that we were giving everything and being together, as a proper family. Finally! 

Telling my eldest was the hardest. He has an amazing bond with his grandparents and even though I knew that bond would never weaken, he had a freak out about it. He was worried about leaving his friends, his grandparents, his father. We sat him down and talked everything through with him, the good and the bad. He soon realised that we weren't doing this to hurt him, that we were doing it for a better life - together! James is very mature for his age, and very knowing. He's a sensitive soul, but so so strong. As an 11 year old he has gone through so much, he amazes me every day (even now). 

Waving goodbye to Wales was hard, I'm only 2.5 hours from home but I ain't gonna drive that for a brew with my mum. Thankfully she's been fully supportive and surprises us with visits every now and again. 

Cymru Am Byth! 

James and Tomas as we set off on our new adventure to our new home...