Hey there! I'm doing a new link up! Ashley with Eights on the Move started a military link up a while back, and I found it via Sierra at the Tervo Times, so and here I am on a Monday actually blogging, so I thought I would join in for today. And hopefully for many more Mondays to come. You can click on the link to join up as well if you want! :)
Today's topic is PCS Adventures - and oh what a topic it is!
We have PCSed one time since Mike and I were married, and that was back in 2010 from Tinker AFB in Oklahoma to Kirtland AFB in New Mexico. As distance goes, it wasn't too far - just a measly eight hours straight west on I-40.
It was no measly adventure for us though!
Mike got the call that he got orders about 30 minutes after I had given birth via a long, hard labor, to our second child, our son, Little Man. (I kid you not, we were still in the delivery room - hadn't even been wheeled up to our post partum room yet).
I didn't let the timing get me down though - I dove right in, after all, isn't that we military spouses do? We dive right in - new born baby and all.
So I spent the next two and a half months (they gave us a nice 30 day extension - very sweet of them) preparing the house and the kids (we also had an 11 month old when Little Man was born) for our upcoming move. Sorting through things, collecting medical records, looking up information about our new location, etc, etc,. You know, lots and lots of planning.
Since we had a newborn and a young toddler, we decided to do a partial DITY move - after all, we would need booster seats and strollers and pack n plays and all that baby stuff immediately upon arrival. Fortunately, we own a truck, so we were able to put everything into the bed of the truck, or the trunk/backseat of the car.
We spent the week the packers came repainting the house and doing all that pre-inspection cleaning and all that stuff. I honestly don't know where the energy came from since Little Man was up at least twice a night to eat . . . but we all managed. We said goodbye to all our many friends that we had made and my brother Thomas, who was living in Oklahoma at the time. It was a very sad farewell.
We loaded up our suitcases, the kids and our two cats and we headed out! We left the day Little Man turned three months old, a week shy of Butterfly turning fifteen months old. The military gave us two days to travel, which we were really grateful for. We decided to break up the trip with a stay in Amarillo.
The first day was relatively uneventful. We only had to stop once to feed Little Man and Butterfly did really well. We did have one emergency pull over when our cat Missy decided to make herself comfortable on top of Little Man (she weighed about the same as him), so the cats were transferred to the truck with Mike, while the kids rode in the car with me.
Our second day started off well. Being July in the Texas Panhandle and eastern New Mexico, it was naturally very hot. Just as we were coming into Tucumcari, the car died. Just shut off as we were driving down the road. We had it inspected (it was a '97) the week before we left, so we were really surprised we were running into problems. We did get it started again, but the car only made it another hundred yards before dying again.
Thankfully, we were right outside the first exit to Tucumcari, so we weren't in the middle of nowhere, just close. We had road side assistance, so we called USAA right away and they were able to get a tow truck out within an hour. Our biggest, immediate problem was the heat. It was well over 100* (in the desert) and the temperature started soaring in the car almost immediately. You just can't have a baby and a toddler in that kind of heat, for any amount of time.
The truck was good to go, so we rearranged things and put both car seats in the cab of the very small Ford Ranger and Mike and I took turns sitting in the AC with the kids while we waited for the tow truck. It was quite the hour with an infant, a toddler and two cats in the tiny cab of a Ranger! It worked though and the tow truck arrived soon enough.
We were towed to the nearest auto shop, however, it was Sunday, so it was closed. Tucumcari is a very small town, just about everything was closed. Mike proceeded to call his new supervisor to let him know that we were going to be late. His supervisor immediately offered to drive out to Tucumcari and pick us up and bring us the rest of the way into Kirtland.
Still had the waiting in a hot car problem though. I spotted a motel across the street, Motel Safari, so I walked over with Little Man (que sympathy play) to ask if they minded if we waited in their lobby for a few hours while we waited for our ride.
After explaining our story, the owners of the Motel, previous military, went far above and beyond anything we could have asked. They offered us a room, free of charge, with working AC and everything, while we waited. A gift from heaven! We accepted of course and spent the next three hours in the motel room just resting and watching TV until Mike's supervisor arrived. We were so incredibly grateful for their kindness and generosity! The couple who owned the motel were so amazing!
Mike's supervisor, Wes, arrived and we got things loaded up into his car and we were back on the road again! We arrived in Albuquerque on Sunday evening and got immediately settled into our hotel (TLF was full), where we spent the next three weeks until our new house on base was ready to move into.
While we in the hotel, I injured my knee and ended up being on crutches for the next two months. Yes, crutches. With a newborn and a toddler.
It was quite the experience! We met some really amazing and kind people throughout the whole adventure though - people that we wouldn't have met otherwise if things had gone smoothly. You can't really ask for more than that, can you?