After reading so many "loving wives" stories, I decided to spill my guts about my ex-wife. My name is Hue if you haven't figured it out yet. My ex-wife Jen and I dated for about a year and were married before I turned 20. I had been in the military for two years at the time. Jen was not the greatest loving woman in the world but I guess she was all right to me. We had just moved to Jacksonville, Florida to my new base. We lived in town because I hated military housing. Housing is full of bored fat military wives that have nothing to do but gossip. We were just settling in when she told me something that would change my life for ever.
"I'm pregnant Hue", she said to me in just about a whisper.
Now this is a woman that when she is mad curses like a sailor, and is as loud as the biggest asshole shipmate out there.
All I could do was say, "HUH"?
"I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, do ya hear me now." She said it louder this time.
I dropped what ever I was holding and got up and went to the fridge, I got a beer and came back and sat next to her. She looked like I had just slapped her and was going to kick her out. I looked into her eyes and said,
"This calls for a cigar." I said smiling.
She blinked and asked if I was ok,
"I know you don't smoke so you must be mad." She said in a slightly worried voice.
I started smiling and told her all proud fathers give away cigars to celebrate being a new dad.
She slowly started to realise things would be okay. I was so happy that I went out and bought a book of "Garcia Vega's". That set me back fifty bucks, I can't do that again. We needed the money for diapers and baby stuff. Baby stuff? What the hell did I know about things a baby might need. I can't take care of myself and now I am married with a baby on the way, talk about growing up fast. Well, life is what you make it. I started doing what I thought married men should do.
I stopped hanging out with the guys, staying out late, drinking too much and playing video games. I studied more so that I could make rank and that way I could give my family everything I could. Then life threw me another curve ball. At six and a half months, while Jen was sitting on the couch her stomach started hurting, I asked her if she needed to lie down. As I helped her up, I noticed that she was covered in blood. To say I was scared is an understatement, I got to the phone and call 911, and went back to her to make she was okay. She was calm and acting like nothing was wrong.
After she got to the hospital, they came to the waiting room to get me. I thought she had died or the baby had died. They took me into the back and gave me this smock thing and some footie's and a mask. I asked what are these's for. The nurse started laughing and said your wife was right you don't have a clue. I went in to the delivery room, and almost ran out. You see I had asked my mom what my dad did when I was born. He sat in the waiting room. So I thought all men sit in the waiting room, "BOY" was I wrong. Hue, Jr. was born 3 hours later. He weighed 3pound and 9 ounces, 18 inches.
He was developed fully but had no browning fat (baby fat). He was a child off the old block because he could scream with the best of them. The only downside was he had to stay in the hospital till he weighed 5 pounds. He was there for 6 weeks. When he came home he started gaining weight like there was no tomorrow. By six months he weighed 26 pounds and was still growing. By the time he was four I was ready for him to sign up for the LA Ram's football team. Life was good and things were just as things should be. I should have known life would throw me another curve ball. I was told our unit was being deployed for 7 months. We would be leaving in 60 days.