It's getting pretty scary on Oahu. My husband and I have a small business here and refuse to get the shot. We would love to stay and fight for our freedom but with a seven month old baby I'm afraid of the consequences of participating in any possible revolution, which may or may not come to fruition at this point.
Trusting the plan currently but at what point should we be getting the fuck out of dodge? We have plans to leave at the end of the year if things don't turn around. What should we do?
Not sure where else to turn. My husband asked me to post on here and get a temperature check/some advice from fellow patriots with more perspective.
Edit: Wow, I got stickied! Thanks to everyone for your opinions. We have our exit strategy in place. The main issue is the business we’ve worked so hard to build from the ground up. Moving away means starting over and that’s pretty soul crushing for us.
There's a risk that if you need hospital services yourself during those months when flu hits, there would be no availability. So, if you foresee yourself in a medically risky group, I'd get out.
To be honest I gave birth at home to avoid the hospital. I refuse to go at this point.
Totally
Amazing! I wish I would’ve went that route myself. Even pre-plandemic the hospital was the worst environment to have a baby, I ended up with a very unnecessary csection due to the hospital’s countless interventions. I had/still have ptsd from it.
It would have been a c section if I’d gone to the hospital. My OB tried to lie to me about my fundal height in order to scare me into switching back.
I was lied to also. They said my pelvis was too small and my baby was really big. In reality it’s EXTREMELY rare to have too small of a pelvis to give birth and my baby was 8 lbs, 2 oz. A little big but not like a 10-11 pounder. And his head size was absolutely average. They have lost the art of midwifery and all the tricks passed down from generation to generation and just do things that lead to more cesareans, which makes the hospital and doctors the most money.
Woo. You go mama!