In Spite of the Pandemic…

Dog days of summer. Hot oppressive weather begins in July and persists into the early days of September. According to the Farmer’s Almanac these days are “not fit for a dog.”  A time of stagnation. Heat, humidity predictably and persistently lingers during the remaining days of August 2020. Will September be any different than the sameness of March, April, May, June, July and August?

A baby is due in early September despite the pandemic.  A first baby for our daughter and her husband. Our first grandchild. A baby girl. Texts, emails and phone chats with my daughter have had to suffice as we cover the many details involved in planning for the new arrival during the oppressive days of COVID. In person visits have had to be very limited yet we have not allowed it to impede our giddiness over the many moments of great anticipation. New life. Hope. Joy. Renewal.

A full moon rises September 2, 2020. The Full Corn Moon…Pisces.  An Old Wives Tale suggests that more babies are born during a full moon. Fact or fiction? Are more babies born during a full moon?  Is there a lunar cycle influence? The drop in barometric pressure may have more of an influence than the phase of the moon according to many labor and delivery professionals. No scientific proof on either count but fun to speculate. Searching for tangibles. Needing something dependable when not much else is right now. Surely the baby will arrive when the baby arrives…

I share sweet moments from my pregnancy with my daughter.  We giggle over my mother ‘s certainty that I was going to go early with each pregnancy. Just like the full moon and barometric pressure my mother’s analysis was simply hopeful but not based in science. I was two weeks late with each of my children. A warmth comes over us as we remember my mother, her grandmother. We keep her close…

Self-quarantining, handwashing and mask wearing are certain. Newborn baby holding? Not sure. Ten days. Maybe more. Not sure. My mother kept a social distance from me when my daughter was born. She had a cold; she was so upset not to be able to immediately hold her new granddaughter, but she didn’t want to infect me or the baby. A simple summer cold. Seems so tame and insignificant compared to the coronavirus. She did the right thing. I will carry the torch …

  • “I think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.” —Eleanor Roosevelt

Author: Elizabeth Ricketson

A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts. Elizabeth’s essays focus on life experiences and life in Vermont.

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