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Somehow, this week went from “growing concern” to “everything hit the fan” in the past 48 hours.
We have been following the spread of COVID-19 (coronavirus) since the outbreak in Wuhan, China. I remember the spread of bird flu (H7N9) and swine flu (H1N1) years ago. H1N1 in particular was spreading in 2009 when my son was an infant. I remember being nervous, though I do not really remember taking many precautions. It likely never reached the community where I lived at the time, so it was less threatening. Continue reading
I began hot yoga back in March of 2016, mere days after I had been medically cleared to exercise again following Iris’s birth. I was in a complete fog, on antidepressants, and going through the motions of the days without caring about much. Continue reading
This winter has been so long, and rough. We haven’t had everyone in school for a full week since before Christmas. Between illnesses, snow days, or planned days of no school for an in-service or parent teacher conferences, every week feels like we are cobbling the days together and lacking the fluidity of our normal routine. On Sunday evening I said to Ger “This is it – this is going to be our first week of ‘normal.” Continue reading
At her fifteen month appointment, my rainbow baby, Autumn, still wasn’t walking. She had been late to pull herself to standing, and while she would cruise along furniture, she was not even close to letting go and standing alone. Continue reading
Last night, my body felt foreign to me.
I have always had a sensitive stomach, and sometimes certain foods – whether by preparation, flavors, age, or some other unknown forces – cause my stomach to go into revolt. Yesterday evening was one of those times. After our fairly uninteresting dinner of gnocchi, marinara sauce, and garlic toast, I began to feel queasy, culminating in racing to the bathroom to vomit. Continue reading