As World War II may seem to baby boomers and 9/11 to Gen Z, children born during and after 2020 may view memories of the pandemic, the smoke-choked orange skies over the West Coast, protests in the streets, an endless election, and family get together via FaceTime may see as a bizarre fairytale. This is one attempt to show it was real: virtual doctor visits, nasal swabs, risk assessment for visiting grandparents, etc.
Giving birth during this pandemic wasn’t idea. It wasn’t what I pictured. I held my mantras close, and still do. Now the phrase, “it take a village” has a whole new meaning for me. Although your “village” cannot be present, they are still with you via text and video chat. People still really want to be there for you. You might feel alone, and at times I did, but when you finally give birth to that precious baby, give yourself the credit you deserve. I gave birth during the novel coronavirus outbreak, nothing is impossible.
And then it was my son’s turn to face the pandemic head on: He was born with a heart issue. So after one month of being home, his health got worse and he had to have surgery done. So besides the normal poke of the IV, they were also shoving a swab down his nose day in and day out to (1) make sure he didn’t have COVID and (2) because he contracted a disease from the hospital.
So whenever the doctors came to see him, they were not only wearing masks but also infectious disease suits and gloves. Can you imagine?
At that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through my son’s head. He has only been on this earth for less than a month and he probably really didn’t know my face that well. So I wonder what was going through his head as he lay there after surgery unable to move and just take the pokes and prods from the men and women in suits.
Which got me the inspiration to write this book…
In honor of my son and his experience: You go through the wars to become a warrior – keep standing strong brave little heart.