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‘It can’t be bad, you’re young. You look fine.’ I questioned whether my symptoms were in my head.’: Single mom diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, ‘I don’t know what tomorrow has in store, but I’m ready to fight’

“I went from busy full days of work to barely handling the commute. I struggled to keep up with other moms my age. Misconceptions such as, ‘Young people can’t get it,’ and ‘You look totally healthy,’ infuriated me. It’s not just a disease for the elderly. I wasn’t fighting only for myself, but also my son.”

‘I went to my baby checkup today alone. My doctor and I elbow bumped through weary smiles. As soon as I got into my car, tears started rolling down my face.’: Pregnant woman shares ‘devastating’ reality of expecting mommas during pandemic

“My doctor asked how I was holding up. We tried to keep things light, but there was nothing light about making sure not to share pens, hand sanitizing every 2 minutes, and placing the Doppler on my stomach from a distance. There was a heavy energy in the room. As soon as I got into my car, tears started rolling down my face.”

‘The world feels scary, my baby—but being with you is exactly what I need. I find deep gratitude in knowing you’re one thing I won’t have to wonder when I’ll see again.’: Mom ‘thankful’ for baby during national crisis

“You got off the slide last week, neither of us knowing it would be the last time you slid down it for a while. Soon you’ll wave goodbye to your teachers and friends, and I can’t tell you when you’ll see them again. I know my patience is thinner, my fuse shorter lately, but my calm comes when bath time is over and the lights go out. In all the uncertainty, my constant is you.”

‘There’s no easy way to say this,’ the voice said. ‘But the client before you at the salon just tested positive for coronavirus.’: Woman exposed to virus at hair salon urges for ‘social distancing’

“‘Her appointment was 11:00 a.m. Yours was 11:30 a.m.’ A heavy silence hung between us. ‘Did we sit in the same chair?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ he said. My heart lurched. We breathed the same air. We put our hands on the same surfaces. Our heads in the same shampoo bowl. I hung up and stared at the can in my shaking right hand. I tiptoed into my husband’s office and scribbled a note on a scrap of paper: ‘We need to talk.'”

‘As you push past another shopper, determined to be the first one through the checkout line, your children are watching.’: Mom reminds us to hold our children tight, ‘Your actions speak just as loudly as your words’

“You fretfully throw toilet paper and hand-sanitizer into your shopping cart. You rigorously wash your hands, for the fourth time this hour. ‘Are we going to be okay, mama?’ they ask on the car ride home. Your actions speak just as loudly as your words.”

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