As I sat in a hospital room with my infant daughter, wires connected to her tiny body, I watched her skin take on a blue-gray hue. She lay on what felt more like a gurney than a bed, with tears pooling in her swollen eyes. In this moment, my heart ached with the weight of past trauma; I had already experienced the devastating loss of a child. I kept telling myself she was stable, that she would be okay. I had to believe it. Her eyes, though filled with fear, were able to meet mine, and her little hand weakly grasped my finger. She was here with me, and I was determined to keep her safe.
I can’t recall exactly what the doctor said when she approached me, her hand resting on my shoulder—a gesture that often precedes life-altering news. I remembered the same gesture from years prior when I learned that my first child wouldn’t be making it home alive. This time, the words involved diabetes, comas, and a name that felt like a cruel joke: Nick Jonas. They offered reassurance in the form of celebrity success stories, but my mind was a whirlwind of concern about my daughter’s health and future.
Fortunately, my daughter wasn’t diabetic, as the tests had initially suggested. Instead, she was suffering from a severe case of the flu, which would lead us on a challenging journey through consultations with various specialists. Over the course of a week, we moved from the emergency room to the PICU, where a dear friend stayed with me during the dark hours. The memory of her unresponsive state haunted me, but I was grateful to eventually take her home after months of follow-ups and careful monitoring. Yet, the flu had stolen precious months of normalcy from her life.
Two years later, the flu struck again, this time leaving her unable to walk. I vividly remember her emerging from her room in princess pajamas, her legs giving way beneath her like a pretzel. Calmly, she told us her legs weren’t working, and I found myself once again navigating the hospital, desperate for answers.
Throughout this pandemic, I have been frustrated by comparisons of COVID-19 to the flu, as if to downplay the seriousness of the situation. Hearing parents boast about not vaccinating their children against the flu has been infuriating. For my daughter, the flu is no trivial matter; it has been a formidable adversary. Every statistic about flu-related deaths weighs heavily on my heart. I worry she may one day become just another number—a statistic that represents a life lost too soon.
My family has always made it a priority to get the flu vaccine, understanding its importance in protecting not just ourselves but also those around us. We view this effort as building a fortress to keep my daughter safe, especially since we don’t fully understand why the flu affects her so severely. I wish everyone would share this commitment to vaccination, creating a collective shield of protection for all children.
But this pandemic has revealed a troubling truth: many people seem indifferent to the well-being of others. The notion of community care has been overshadowed by a focus on individual freedom. Each day, we read about record-breaking COVID-19 cases and hospitalizations in our state, with local healthcare facilities overwhelmed.
As the school year approaches, my children, who are not yet eligible for vaccination, have been enrolled in a virtual public school. I recognize the privilege that allows me to keep them safe at home while my husband works remotely. Yet, I wake each day with a heavy heart, aware of the fragility of life and the looming threat that many families face.
The situation is dire, particularly as our state leads the nation in pediatric hospitalizations. Local hospitals report children on ventilators, a reality that feels surreal and frightening. In the face of such chaos, our local school board’s efforts to ensure safety have been overturned by state leadership, leaving children vulnerable as they return to classrooms without protection.
As protests against mask mandates erupt, I can’t help but wonder what it will take for people to prioritize community health over personal beliefs. When my children are eligible for vaccinations, will enough parents choose to immunize their kids to make a difference? Will we, the vaccinated, be left to bear the burden of negligence by those who refuse to protect not only themselves but others?
The weight of grief and fear feels unbearable. Society appears unwilling to acknowledge how individual choices impact the lives of others, and each day, more lives are lost due to misinformation and a lack of empathy. I find myself questioning if this is the reality we must accept moving forward.
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In summary, I have made the difficult decision to keep my children at home for the upcoming school year due to the current health crisis and the ongoing threat posed by COVID-19 and other illnesses. It is a measure taken out of love and concern for their safety, as we navigate a world that seems increasingly indifferent to the well-being of others.
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