The first tremors of chaos started here on Friday, February 28th, and I had no idea. I stopped by Costco that morning because I needed a few essentials. As I made my way to the back of the store to pick up paper towels, I encountered a roadblock. There were so many people circling the paper goods that you had to wait your turn and get into a slow single file line the flowed in one direction around the entire pallet. I grabbed paper towels and almost picked up some toilet paper. "Nah. We don't really need any yet. We still have at least half a pack." It was my most foolish thought of this whole pandemic. When I finally made it to the front of the store, I was surprised by the long lines on a Friday morning. It felt out of sorts, busier than a weekend even, but I just shrugged and weaved my way through the crowd. That same evening my friend, Meg, flew down from Seattle to visit for the weekend. She mentioned that things in Washington were escalating and that she had sent her husband to Costco earlier that day where it was crazy busy. There were rumors of quarantine and people were starting to stock up, just in case. Suddenly the long lines I had experienced at Costco that morning made sense. Panickers and preppers were gearing up for an apocalypse. It seemed a bit extreme. During this time frame, my main concerns were my upcoming c-section, attempting to avoid my c-section, and trying to finish up my classes before maternity leave without suddenly needing to go on bedrest if my placenta started showing signs of distress. I could feel the pulse around the doctors' office change at each prenatal visit. Warnings about influenza and the measles were being replaced with facemasks and questions about "dry coughs" at check-in. I did not feel fearful, but I began to sense that having a c-section in the middle of Coronavirus was not ideal. Extra days of being cooped up in a hospital after surgery while a mysterious respiratory virus was circulating the state was not my dream birth plan. Meanwhile, a few school districts in Washington decided to shut down temporarily to prevent the spread of the virus. At first, these closures were for just two weeks. My own college sent an email a week before spring break with a few somber announcements: spring break missions trips were canceled, they were discouraging student travel abroad over the break, and if any student visited a country with a Level 3 travel advisory (China, South Korea, Iran, or Italy), they would not be allowed to return to campus for the rest of the semester but could finish their classes in an independent-study format. If the first week of March was similar to a full-term pregnant woman thinking, "Was that a contraction?" ...then the second week of March was when her water broke. ... Read more
Coronavirus Part 2: Grumblings
Throughout February, I would sporadically see photos on Instagram of people wearing face masks in Asian countries that used hashtags such as #protectyourself. When Coronavirus hit a nursing home in Kirkland, Washington (the town where I grew up) and killed 19 elderly patients, the whispers turned to grumbles in the media. During this same time period, the virus spread to California, with a handful of cases in the Bay area and one case in Orange County where I live. I traveled to Texas for my sister's baby shower in early February and was amazed by the number of face masks I saw during a connection in the San Jose airport. Part of me wondered if I should be concerned and part of me wondered whether face masks are simply a tool to stimulate fear in the general public. But other than the unsettling hour I spent in San Jose, I still wasn't paying much attention. I didn't yet know that the virus was mostly mild for young people and statistically more dangerous for adults over the age of 65. Had I realized all this, I might have been slightly more concerned for my own dad and Micah's mom who were living and working in Washington in the heart of the outbreak. Instead, I was down in California dealing with my own medical issues in my third trimester of pregnancy. I was diagnosed with complete placenta previa at 18 weeks and each follow-up ultrasound had failed to give me the good news I wanted. At my January ultrasound, it was still a complete previa, and at my February ultrasound, it still hadn't moved. At every prenatal appointment, I was reminded to rush to labor and delivery if I started hemorrhaging, and the doctor was beginning to prep me for a scheduled c-section at 36-37 weeks. I was told to increase my iron intake for the loss of blood I would face in surgery. At home, I was doing everything I could to resolve the previa. Yoga poses recommended by doulas. Acupuncture appointments recommended by midwives (and Google). I ordered mysterious Chinese herbs from Amazon and finally resorted to doing water handstands in the pool at the YMCA because it had helped my friend flip her breech baby and I was desperate. The c-section was scheduled for March 19th, but I had one last ultrasound the week before to check the previa one more time. At this point, the virus had spread more widely in California. We were beginning to receive weekly updates from my work and Zianne's school district about whether or not a nearby Costa Mesa government building was going to be used as a quarantine center for all of Orange County. Too many people protested the quarantine facility, and the court ordered a stay on the issue. Every email we received ended with: "Remember, the Orange County Health Care Agency has rated the risk of exposure in Orange County at this time as low." Within two weeks, the same schools sending these emails would be completely shut down... ... Read more
Coronavirus Part 1: Whisperings
I don't remember the first time I heard about "Coronavirus," now better known as COVID-19. It was probably over Christmas. We were traveling in Washington, and I'm pretty sure I caught a few snippets of news about some virus that was killing people in Wuhan, China. Little did I know that the same virus would so greatly impact my life -- all our lives -- just a few months later. The virus hit slightly closer to home when I received a voicemail from my mother-in-law one day after work in late January. We were a few days away from celebrating my sister-in-law's 40th birthday. Micah's entire family was flying down from Washington to rent a beach house for the weekend. Kayla had friends coming from various parts of the country to join the festivities. Cheri works in the Communications Department at a large hospital up in Washington. Her voicemail went something like this: "Oh hi, Jen, it's been a crazy week. Did you hear that our hospital is treating the first U.S. citizen to test positive for Coronavirus? The media is flooding the hospital, and I've been working 12-hour days. It's nuts. I am so excited for the beach trip, but I am just so, so busy that I don't think I can help out with renting the linens or planning the groceries. Do you mind taking care of those logistics?" Of course, I didn't mind. A week later, Micah's whole family and a bunch of Kayla's friends congregated on the beach for four days. We got PERFECT weather - 75 degrees in January - and had a great time. We didn't know that in a few months everyone else would have their family reunions and vacations canceled. We didn't know what was about to hit us harder than the waves crashing against the beach during our happy, sunny weekend together... ... Read more
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