I’m really struggling with my anxiety around omicron right now. I’m very fortunate not to be worried about the health of my friends or family (at least not yet), but I am VERY worried that the new variant will negate the normalcy that vaccinating our children was supposed to bring. I’ve been SO looking forward to joining the ranks of our friends and family who are already returning to aspects of their normal life (because of different levels of risk aversion this fall). The light at the end of the tunnel was burning so bright, but with the announcement of omicron it has dimmed significant. The potential disappointment of these long awaited expectations not being met is hard to ignore right now. I’m really struggling with it.
Other aspects of the news cycle are not helping this feeling of despair. So many things are horrible right now. It’s hard to recognize the country I live in sometimes. It’s hard to have hope.
I know so many other people have it much harder right now. I can’t even imagine the fatigue that the immunocompromised, or the parents of children under five, are feeling right now.
Last night my son woke up crying that his hands were stinging. He was inconsolable, unable to articulate what exactly he was feeling for several minutes. After agreeing to use the bathroom, he seemed better. Ultimately he guessed his hands had fallen asleep, and I’m sure if he were just waking up with that feeling of pins and needles it would upset him. He was calm when I left his room, but I was anything but. Lying in bed afterward, I started spiraling about what might be wrong. Did he have some a rare disease that caused nerve damage? Was it something else I’d never even known to be afraid of?
I may have been terrified during both my pregnancies, but I have never been a parent that worried incessantly about my kids’ health. I don’t want to become that parent.
I’ve written before about how the pandemic has really messed with my risk assessment muscle. This is especially true when it comes to my kids. We have followed every public health advisory, to protect our children and our community. With vaccinations available to our kids, and their peers, we finally felt we could allow them to see select friends indoors and without masks. If Omicron can evade the defenses those vaccines provide, can we allow our kids to do things that might further the variant’s spread? If our kids can easily give covid to another vaccinated kid who can easily bring it home to their more vulnerable family members, is it irresponsible of us to allow them to socialize in that way? Is it irresponsible of us to do that if everyone around us is doing that?
Honestly, I think the thing I’m most disappointed about is the need to figure out something new. We had a plan. We made decisions. Hard decisions! And now it feels like those decisions, and that plan, have been burned to the ground, leaving nothing but scorched earth on which to build something new. I’m tired of deciding. I’m tired of making plans only for them to be burnt down. I don’t know how to think about any of this anymore. And I don’t know how to keep going when it’s unclear we’ll ever be able to stop. I’m tired of letting my expectations die and living with the disappointment, and despair, that remains.
How are you feeling about Omicron? Do you foresee your plans changing because of the variant?