The first couple of months in quarantine were spent in two of your homes (Jordan in one, Amy in another). We spent more nights at your house than our own while the world was shut down. We spent hours watching the news together- along with mindless shows to distract us- and just talking about the fluid nature of the virus. We connected over toilet paper rolls and the best clicklist tips. We were each other’s small slice of normalcy even though the topics of toilet paper and groceries were never in “normal” conversations before 2020.
As spring turned into summer, we listened to your voices crack as your due dates neared. The hope you had that things would be better when it was your turn deliver had faded. We listened to you breaking down- and grieving the birth /postpartum experience you imagined. We supported you as you collected yourself and made new plans.
Month after month, we watched you birth your babies. And we felt the masks on our own faces becoming wet from the tears of joy we shed as we watched you hold your babies for the first time. We savored the hours spent together inside the bubble of your labor & delivery room...where things strangely felt normal.
