Quarentine

Before I start explaining our current nightmare, I want to back up a bit, to the beginning of quarantine.

Along with the rest of the world, Chris and I both started working from home. For me, that was awesome, because Chris is typically on the road every single Monday-Thursday, so having him home indefinitely because of Covid was great.

What I didn't anticipate is that a week after starting to work from home, I lost my job. My company, rooted in the flailing hospitality industry, did a lengthy furlough and I was one of those impacted. I went through all of the stages of grief over this "loss" and panicked over being unemployed. My anxiety was out of control.

But, after giving myself time to mourn, I pulled myself together, reached out to professional connections and old colleagues and was soon working on exciting freelance projects. The beauty of freelance is it's on my clock. Because of this, I was able to spend more time with the girls, try new recipes every night for our "family dinners," consistently ride the Peloton...hell I even started tie dying t-shirts and baking bread.

I settled into quarantine life and I was THRIVING.

On the morning of May 7, while I was baking another loaf of bread, our incredible nanny asked me to take a look at Laila's stomach. "Something feels hard, look at this, this isn't right." So, I snapped a photo of Laila's super-enlarged stomach and sent it to our good friend/pediatrician.

Her reply "Go to the ER."

My heart stopped. It has to be gas, a blockage, something like that. So, I left my bread to rise, went upstairs and told Chris that after his conference call we had to go to the ER.

And thats when everything changed....