Hannah's ride through reception has been utterly nerve wracking and insane. She didn't ship the first week because there were a lot of National Guard and Army Reserve women in her bay. They go first. Each battalion has room for 37 women. Hannah got to wait. The next week, she got news that she was going to ship and on her way to meet a drill sergeant to escort her to the PX, she began vomiting. That prompted a ton of tests. They determined she had the flu, but they found something else they needed to more seriously check. It was such a serious thing that it could have caused her to be medically discharged before she ever got to BCT. That guaranteed her a third week in reception.
Tonight, she got the call. She has been cleared and is assigned to a battalion.
My little girl is grown up. Sort of. She has some long hard days ahead of her, but I am so glad she's moving on now.
I'm full of emotions that really have no names. That's okay, though, because I'm Mom. I've earned these emotions.
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