When I was pregnant with Autumn, I had a hospital bag packed. It wasn’t the typical “If I go into labor early, this is what I will grab as we rush out the door” bag. It was the “If the doctor tells me that my baby has no heartbeat, this is what I will tell Ger to grab for my stay at the hospital” bag. Continue reading
Every day, I look at my social media content from past years. Between Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter I post a lot. It has always been my way of capturing memories with our family. I am up to 634 days in a row of looking at Timehop, as an indication of how much I enjoy looking at past years and remembering what we were doing on those days.
Now, looking at those days have become a reminder of freedom in movement that we no longer have, at least for the next few weeks. The “shelter in place” order in Illinois is through April 7th. I will bet that it is going to be extended beyond that, and that we could be looking at months of confinement. Continue reading
Quentin turns 8 years old today. We never could have imagined a birthday like this one.
Our schools are shut down, at least until April 6th, but I am going to guess that it will be longer. Restaurants are closed to dine-in eating. We had plans to go to a hotel and waterpark in a few weeks to celebrate his birthday and that has been cancelled. All due to the rapid spread of COVID-19 (coronavirus) and the practicing of social distancing to help flatten the curve – a bunch of phrases that weren’t even in my vocabulary a week ago. Continue reading
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