However long the night… the dawn will come!

First off I want to thank everyone for their support and well wishes after my last post! It meant a lot to me that so many people cared!
Second, I want to post a quick update on everything that’s happened, I’ll post more details next week, but for now these three things say enough:
1) We were approved for funding to help us pay for our drive out west and to get on our feet
2) We are done 3 of our 4 days of driving to get to our new home
3) We found our own place in Winnipeg and will only be spending 1 night at my parents!

Love, hugs, and more to come later!

It’s always the darkest before the dawn….. Right?

I know. I said I was going to take a break from blogging. But. If I don’t get this out my head is going to explode from trying to process all that is happening. Seriously. Nothing is working out in our favor lately and I’m being driven insane. Also, I can’t drink coffee. Apparently baby Emma has decided to give me one thing that is going to trigger morning sickness and she chose coffee.
So. What’s been going on here… I’m not even sure where to start! First off, my husband has been with the Canadian military for 6 years. As I mentioned previously he was permanently injured as a result of training he was doing in the military. He has been diagnosed with neuropathy. Which I can’t really explain beyond it has something to do with nerve damage, causes him chronic pain and he now walks with a cane because his leg constantly gives out on him. Which, as you can imagine, means he can’t carry the kids and do certain things around the house.
I wish I could praise the Canadian military at this point for supporting him and helping him re integrate into the civilian world. But I can’t. This hasn’t been our experience at all. Instead our story is full of being given wrong information, being misled, and essentially left to fend for ourselves.
We found out today that the military should be paying for our final move. Apparently its actually in Hubs’ contract. We tried to fight this, but after being consistently told by numerous people that we didn’t qualify for one reason or another we looked for outside funding to pay for the move. When all of this fell through, we began selling all our stuff and emptying the house. Now, 10 days before our move, we’ve been informed that our release case manager should’ve informed us of our options in challenging the decision. But, guess what, we don’t have a case manager. Hubs applied for one back in May. The request went to Ottawa. We are still waiting for case manager.
Back at the beginning of us deciding to sell everything and move out west, we were told that there was no wait for Hubs pay to switch from military pay to long term disability pay. It was a smooth transition because it was open and shut. Then a week or so ago we found out this wasn’t true at all. (We were given this info from the disability representative as well as other sources, so we trusted it) but we found out it’s actually a 4-6 week wait. So on Friday we were advised to go to the legion to request financial assistance. Which we did. Everyone was on holidays until today. But today we went in requesting help and I’m hoping and praying something good comes of this, because honestly guys, we’ve been hit with so many obstacles lately I’m not sure how much more I can take.
On top of all that, the man at the legion wants us to consider delaying our move until November. So he has more time to do more for us to have the military pay for our move. But, we’re 10 days before we turn over the keys to our house. I’ve gotten rid of 90% of our stuff. We don’t have much to move. And I’m 29 weeks pregnant. Driving across Canada, in November, with four kids under 4…. Not so appealing. Just so they’ll pay to move our stuff…. But…. Again, what stuff?!?
I don’t know what to do anymore. I cross my fingers my next post is a little more positive.
Love, hugs, and more to come later!

Hello July!

July marks a lot of things for us this year. 5 years since hubs and I started dating. The beginning of the third trimester of my last pregnancy. Our move.
I haven’t been blogging much lately. I want to. I just don’t want to come here and whine. And I think that’s all any blog post is going to become. And to be honest I don’t really want sympathy.
I’ll leave it to say that nothing is going right with this transition from the military to the civilian world. Nothing.
My grandmother broke her hip over the weekend. Thankfully, she’s doing okay and her hip has been surgically pinned together. I’m hoping for a speedy recovery for her.
My kids are on an amazing new schedule. Bedtime at 7, up at 630, naps from 12 until 2. Everyone is happy, sleeping good, and getting along. And that leaves me with time to get through everything and empty this house.
Oh, and there’s this:


It was like this yesterday too. I hope this heat breaks soon. I do not like it at all.

Hope everyone has a safe, happy, warm summer. I’m going to take a short break from blogging. I’ll try to keep reading, but I’ll catch up with you guys in a couple months!

Love, hugs and more to come soon!