“Our parents cancelled their flights. We debated what to do. With each contraction, I started cursing for my husband. I needed him. In a movie-worthy scene, my husband arrived, breathless, as I dug my fingernails into his hand. Being in the midst of a pandemic while becoming a mother is something I truly never anticipated.”
“Running through the streets in the midst of the coronavirus felt like time had turned back 25 years. I ran by a group of neighbors standing a few feet apart, talking and laughing like they had all the time in the world. I passed by a man spraying his bushes, a woman jumping rope in her garage. Everything had slowed down.”
“I’ve lost my temper and unstable emotions have got the best of me. I focused on the panic and fear instead of the issues going on in your little heart. At the end of the day when you’re tucked in bed, I watch you peacefully sleeping and I’m so grateful God gave me you.”
“We’ve all seen the jokes about day pajamas and night pajamas. Or the ones asking those of quarantining in jeans, what exactly do we have to prove. I have nothing to prove, but everything to save.”
“Every night since Sunday, we have come out at exactly 8 p.m. to cheer for and support all those who are putting their lives on the line to save ours. Every night gets louder than the last.”
“We were oil and vinegar 75% of the day, every single day, for the vast majority of our 14 years together. Many would say, ‘None of that is your problem. You shouldn’t have to work around that.’ He still often needs to be handled with grace, even if I don’t feel like he deserves it.”
“Here I am today, shaken and crying. I’m not scared of this virus. I’m angry. Every day I set foot in the ER, there’s a high risk of contamination, injury, and possibly death because of lack of masks, gloves. Yet, without a second thought, I will always choose to risk my life to save someone else’s. That makes me extremely sad for my children. I hate that I’ve put them in this situation.”
“I’ve been up since 3 in the morning. I was tired, and then got yelled at first thing. No matter how hard you work…how many hours you put in…it never seems to be enough. And it hurts. Today, I really can’t tell you why I’m a nurse.”
“I sit here, in my nursing home in New York on quarantine day whatever, appalled that so many healthy Americans are treating this virus like a joke. You have Facebook memes, play dates. You say media and politics have driven hysteria. It’s my people, my geriatrics, my immunocompromised. A group of people that have made way more sacrifices then I know I have.”
“I tried so hard to have it all. I thought I could raise my boys, be a great wife, have a clean home, be a productive employee, exercise 5 days a week, get enough sleep, drink water, and maintain a flawless manicure. But I was wrong. I couldn’t do it all. At least not all at once.”
