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"DO NOT MICROWAVE IN PLASTIC" | REMEMBER THAT ONE?

I think a lot of you remember how crazy I am about microwaving plastic. I got calls from my friends who were so irritated that their kids would scream at them for microwaving anything in plastic. I guess I might have a reputation for being a bit hyper reactive sometimes. Over the last weeks, I've started to get really nervous. My daughter made a Tic Toc video making fun of some of the precautions I was taking. My husband told me that I was crazy with all my conspiracy theories. My stubborn NO to getting on a plane to head out to Utah was making me enemy number one in my family. At the time, what was being said on TV was still suggesting that I was a total crazy person (which probably is still highly probable -- I am a bit crazy). This is not me relishing in an I told you so moment -- because I feel nervous, scared and heartbroken that this is actually going on. But IT IS happening and so now I think the best thing we can all do is be as educated as possible.

I grew up with a lot of my family members with ages ranging from 16, 30s, 50s with various types of cancer which required some sort of chemotherapy which compromised their immune systems. This created a situation for everyone who loved and wanted to support them. Essentially we knew we had to be very careful around visits and taking precautions regarding all of our health.

As most of you know, our daughter Maya was born 3 months early (930 grams which is less than 2 pounds) -- she lived in a NICU for the first three months of her life, which meant that we lived every waking hour in the hospital as well. Our health was critical for us to begin life with her. For her first two years we essentially quarantined ourselves during cold season (fall and winter) in which RSV (something that looks like a common cold but can be life threatening to premature babies) was prevalant. Maya got shots that cost a thousand bucks a month for the first two years of her life. We had baby sitters that were incredibly careful with coming into our home so I could go to the grocery store. It was a pain in the ass -- but we all managed it together. We all understood the importance of these precautions and the necessity of being responsible and mindful.

Feeling worried and helpless stinks. But one thing we can do is model our best behavior in this crummy situation. We are now at a time in which just being mindful and responsible is our best way forward. Wishing you all the best.

I put together a few guides that you can print out or pass along. I have a few of these posted in my house.

My kids are mortified. Oh well. Flatten the Curve, my friends.

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