“I went to multiple stores and there were little to no diapers or wipes on the selves. I have never felt more defeated as a mother than I did just trying to find ONE box of diapers.”

“I went to multiple stores and there were little to no diapers or wipes on the selves. I have never felt more defeated as a mother than I did just trying to find ONE box of diapers.”
“The virus doesn’t make me scared. I know my husband and boys can provide by being the hunters God made them to be. My husband has told us many times, ‘We will not starve.’ I fully believe him.”
“Everything has shut down. Most of us are going to spend weeks, maybe months feeling restless, worried, and angry. While we’re stuck in our places, take a good hard look around and see all we have. These commodities are BLESSINGS we forget to count.”
“Preventing a birthing person from having their support team with them – not even a spouse, but ALSO not their doula, trained and contracted to provide them with emotional and physical comfort – is traumatic and brutal, plain and simple.”
“Soon after, I had to watch the online services every week. I’ve been practicing ‘social distancing’ since childhood. You can do it. It is in our control how we deal with it.”
“The instant someone or something reminded me of her, I was ready to lose my sh*t. At that moment, I took a breath. I leaned down to let her look through the necklace and whispered, ‘See, she is here too.’ Let’s face it, everything reminds me of her, and I don’t want to change that.”
“Ricky taps my hand if I try to touch something. THEN, this child pulls out the sanitizer and sprays my hands with it. He waits until I rub it in correctly and looks at me through the corner of his eye to make sure I don’t touch anything again. Ricky knows I am one of the ones who would most certainly die. He has been in the hospital with me more times than I can count.”
“Days come and go. But we can do so much more with the moments. The next minute is a chance to make a change.”
“I offered him the one roll of toilet paper I had in my car. At some point, it dawned on me. He had enough toilet paper, but on this day, he stopped us because he didn’t have enough love.”
“They haven’t been placed into foster care…yet. And now the social worker that was going to come to their house is also secluded at home. I looked at my husband and said, ‘They are closing schools. What’s going to happen to all the children that don’t want to be at home?’ School was their haven. It was their happy place.”