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The Day Lady Baba Died: Our Covid Diaries

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Day 1
I’m coughing on and off. Is this it?

Day 2
Still coughing. My temperature’s up but not fever-high.

Day 3
My little hoolie is awake most of the night. Not sure if he’s ill or just wants to be held. By 5am, I’m so tired I cry. Eventually, we both sleep until we cough and then cough some more.

Day 4
I get up with the 3-year old but leave him watching TV and sleep for 2 blissful hours. I feel ok and we play in the garden. So fortunate to have green space of our own and Paw Patrol on tap.

Day 5
Still coughing. By evening, my chest

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hurts and I’m breathless climbing the stairs. I cook food that I don’t feel like eating, but I’m relieved that he’s hungry again. So hungry.

The husband and I joke about self-isolating on our own. We plan an idyll of books, gardening, Netflix and unlimited sleep. I clean food off the floor instead.

Day 6
My chest is tight. I struggle to sleep. My temperature’s tipped over into fever but only just. I take some paracetamol from the precious packet. Still wondering if this is it and should I save them for something worse.
The little hoolie

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comes in, kisses me and tells me he’ll look after me. My eyes are full. I wish he’d let me sleep though.
I vacuum, clean, cook and run the washing machine yet again. Coronavirus is definitely a feminist issue.

Day 7
Still coughing. I feel better than yesterday but by evening, my chest really hurts and I can’t lie-down comfortably or sleep.

Day 8
Bored and exhausted. I clean and cook food. Still coughing and my head is clamped in a vice. I give in and take some paracetamol.

Day 9
I shout at two of the people I love most, but frankly

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they’re not helping and I want to be in bed.

Day 10
Meh.

Day 11
I stay in bed all morning. My chest hurts
Alex tells me Lady Baba (a soft-toy) has died and we both cry. I feel guilty.

Day 12
I sleep better and wake with more energy. My temperature’s still up but I can breathe again. I fill the paddling pool and we sit in the warm sun.

Day 13
So tired

Day 14
So very tired

Day 28
I still feel pretty rotten and I’m tired to my core.

But life goes on.

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Image shows Lady Baba being cuddled

- 25 Apr 20

Day 1
I’m coughing on and off. Is this it?

Day 2
Still coughing. My temperature’s up but not fever-high.

Day 3
My little hoolie is awake most of the night. Not sure if he’s ill or just wants to be held. By 5am, I’m so tired I cry. Eventually, we both sleep until we cough and then cough some more.

Day 4
I get up with the 3-year old but leave him watching TV and sleep for 2 blissful hours. I feel ok and we play in the garden. So fortunate to have green space of our own and Paw Patrol on tap.

Day 5
Still coughing. By evening, my chest hurts and I’m breathless climbing the stairs. I cook food that I don’t feel like eating, but I’m relieved that he’s hungry again. So hungry.

The husband and I joke about self-isolating on our own. We plan an idyll of books, gardening, Netflix and unlimited sleep. I clean food off the floor instead.

Day 6
My chest is tight. I struggle to sleep. My temperature’s tipped over into fever but only just. I take some paracetamol from the precious packet. Still wondering if this is it and should I save them for something worse.

The little hoolie comes in, kisses me and tells me he’ll look after me. My eyes are full. I wish he’d let me sleep though.

I vacuum, clean, cook and run the washing machine yet again. Coronavirus is definitely a feminist issue.

Day 7
Still coughing. I feel better than yesterday but by evening, my chest really hurts and I can’t lie-down comfortably or sleep.

Day 8
Bored and exhausted. I clean and cook food. Still coughing and my head is clamped in a vice. I give in and take some paracetamol.

Day 9
I shout at two of the people I love most, but frankly they’re not helping and I want to be in bed.

Day 10
Meh.

Day 11
I stay in bed all morning. My chest hurts
Alex tells me Lady Baba (a soft-toy) has died and we both cry. I feel guilty.

Day 12
I sleep better and wake with more energy. My temperature’s still up but I can breathe again. I fill the paddling pool and we sit in the warm sun.

Day 13
So tired

Day 14
So very tired

Day 28
I still feel pretty rotten and I’m tired to my core.

But life goes on.

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