What I Found In The Unpacking

My wedding dress for one

Long story short-ish, here’s our Covid exit story from NYC.

Phoebe was born March 2, 2020, Ellis had turned two four days before.

On March 13, Tr*mp made his first news conference about Covid. We had no childcare, a two-week-old and a two-year-old, and a tiny apartment. I started to freak out, so we decided to go to a friend’s house outside the city for a couple of weeks until everything blew over. Ha!

We rented a car, packed just four day’s worth of stuff because we had to be back in the city four days later for a doctor appointment, and on March 14, we left the city.

At that point, I was feeding Phoebe every 2 hours. At 10PM, 12AM, 2AM, 4AM, 6AM, I’d wake up to a crying baby, sit up in bed to breastfeed her, and scroll through my phone to keep myself awake. I’d kind of forget, then be reminded - still half asleep and in a total newborn daze - of the bodies piling up back home, the refrigerated trucks pulling up to hospitals, the field hospital being set up in Central Park - everybody…