New York, New York
I was going to stay silent. Not because I don’t care but because this is my current reality... As a 9 month pregnant police wife, the stress of being a first time mom is nearly all I can handle right now. As I prepare my house and my baby’s nursery, every day I have pangs of fear about delivery, if I will be a good enough mother, and whether or not my husband will make it home safe from normal police conditions. Right now is not normal. The last few months have not been normal. Going to doctor appointments alone because of a pandemic. Worrying if my spouse would be able to even been in the same delivery room. Cancelling my baby shower instead to have a drive through one. Unemployment. Lockdown. These are not things any person should have to deal with let alone a pregnant lady.
As of recently, the tragic death of George Floyd has put yet another increasingly stressful toll on life. I feel such sadness for his family and cannot begin to fathom what they are going through or how they are feeling. While I respect the peaceful black lives matter protestors, that is not what is happening in New York right now. Police are getting run over, their cars lit on fire, and having bricks and all sorts of things thrown at them while essentially having their hands tied behind their backs. Our Mayor and Governor are blaming them for not stopping the looters and publicly bashing them. These cops have now had their days off taken away (which can’t be good for mental and physical health) and have to work 12 hour shifts. I don’t know about you but I couldn’t do that on my best day.
My husband is a police officer and I am a proud police wife. I will always stand with the blue line and can promise you that no one hates a bad cop more than the good cops and their families do. Each night, while my pregnancy insomnia kicks in, I lay awake in fear about my husband going and coming from work safely. Worrying about the violent people actively trying to hurt police because they wear a badge just like the bad cop.
It is not a normal time. While I try to sympathize with what is happening, all I can think about is my husband coming home safe. *Please see my Facebook for the entire post*