Understanding Coronavirus

‘You’re going to be staying with your dad longer than normal.’ I haven’t seen my kids in a week. I tilt my camera to the ceiling so they can’t see me cry as we say goodbye.’: Pediatric nurse practitioner urges ‘we all need to make sacrifices’

“My youngest immediately started crying and said, ‘I don’t want you to die.’ Every day I am in the hospital. My kids can only FaceTime me. I tilt my camera to the ceiling so they can’t see me cry as we say goodbye.”

‘Today I cried with you as you checked in, full of tears, because your family could not join you. I know it’s the hardest thing in the world to be doing this alone.’: Labor and delivery nurse says ‘we will be your biggest cheerleaders in these uncertain times’

“Right now, labor and delivery units are on strict isolation, only allowing one or NO guests (not even the baby’s other parent) to visit during labor, delivery, and postpartum time. We want your cheering section to be standing at the window when we open it to show off your new baby. But what we want more than anything, is a healthy mom and baby. We are hurting almost as much as you.”

‘She was recording her EVERY move that weekend and sending it all directly to me. I just wanted a night for myself!’: Stay-at-home mom urges others ‘don’t be that friend’

“A very good friend of mine was going on a bachelorette getaway. Have you heard of the phrase, ‘If you don’t have anything nice to say. Don’t say anything at all’? That’s all that’s been running through my head for days. My nerves were shot, my boiling point was BOILING. I’ve known her since I was 5. To say I was hurt was an understatement.”

‘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.'”

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