When my daughter was born in 2010, our family was thrown into the medical world. My daughter was hospitalized for cardiac issues for the first 66 days of her life.
My first 66 days as a mother were spent at least partly in a hospital.
Those 66 days changed were some of the longest of my life. We were forced to live hour to hour, as outlooks could change just as quickly.
“Can’t believe I’m making masks for my grandbabies and it’s not Halloween,” my mother posted on Facebook a few weeks ago along with this picture.
Her post struck me.
Maybe it was her words, which made me visualize my own babies wearing the masks.
This parenting during lockdown stuff is hard.
I mean REALLY hard.
I know I am lucky in so many ways. I truly do.
I am so grateful to have a safe home to stay with my family. Grateful that our jobs can be done remotely. Grateful that I am able to spend so much time bonding with my children.
Yesterday I went for a run.
I’m scared to go outside, but I need to get out of the house every few days for exercise and sanity.
I prefer to go out on rainy days so that there will be less chances of seeing other people.
Sadly, I have become frightened of people.
We are all scared.
The mom of a medically complex child.
The dad who can’t work from home.
The adult caring for their elderly parents.
The child who doesn’t understand why they can’t go to school or see their friends.
