I laugh as the line turns pink. Earlier this week, I told my husband that although we had been trying to conceive our second child for a few months, just one week of juggling night school, full-time teaching, and taking care of our 2-year-old daughter had made me reconsider.
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My daughter’s skin is all patches of pink. It cracks from dryness, little rivers of red flowing where her fingernails have etched tiny scratches. I feel the pain of her eczema in my own body.
Read moreChoosing Trust Over Fear
This past weekend, I let fear grip me.
For the most part, following the stay-at-home order has meant small sacrifices for us. We miss seeing friends and family, but have loved connecting in other ways.
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