Charlee Talor

Love In Stitches

I was only 19 years old when I married my first husband, an airman in the United States Air Force, in the hopes that we would, as the recruiting commercials promised, "see the world". Just one year after our wedding, we were sent to Clark Air Base in the Philippines for a three year assignment. But was not a pleasant tour. My husband was attached to a high deployment squadron, which meant that he was deployed elsewhere frequently, and I was left alone for months at a time in a place that I, a naive kid who had never been alone, found strange and dangerous and very lonely. So I was elated when I became pregnant, and I looked forward to the birth of my baby with excitement. But in my 26th week, I began hemorrhaging, and my baby did not survive; I was devastated.