It all started on Saturday morning. I gave BG her first bottle of the day, and she guzzle, guzzle, guzzled it right now. But as soon as she got to about 6 oz, she proceeded to vomit a bit out of her mouth.
"Woah, that's a bit strange," I thought as I cleaned up the puke. "She's probably just too full and had too much milk at once."
So we get up, and get our day started. Jeff's parents had flown in for the weekend (as Sunday would be BG's birthday party), so we went over to the hotel to pick them up and to take them to breakfast.
We get to the pancake house, and we're seated, eating a lovely breakfast, when BG pukes a little bit again. I didn't really think too much of it because I just thought maybe she was having a little bit of spit up / reflux issues. Not that big of a deal.
Then I look outside, and holy smokes it's snowing like crazy! It reminded me of like Syracuse, NY type of snow. Big, wet, fluffy flakes just pouring down from the clouds. "Crazy!" I thought, "I didn't know it was supposed to snow today!"
But we didn't pay too much attention to the snow. Having spent 4 years in Syracuse, and after the crazy snow fall we had last year, Jeff and I would need a bit more then a little bit of snow to rattle us.
So we went home, and ran some errands. Jeff's mom and I decide to head out so that we can hit up the mall and buy BG a snow suit. Because of course, the first thought I had with seeing the snow was, I want to throw BG into the snow so that she can play in it. But we didn't have the right clothes for her. And Jeff's mom - having lived in LA for so many years now, snow is just a little novelty.
So we went out, and almost an hour and a half after we left the house, after we just crawled along the roads, we finally got to the mall, and found out that everything was closed. All the stores were sending their employees home because the mall had lost power, and they weren't able to use the registers or you know... see!
So, we decide to head home too, figuring we'd avoid the main road because of the crazy traffic that we had encountered on the way to the mall, and so we took the back roads, and wouldn't you know it. They were worse off. Every other block was closed because of a fallen tree branches, limbs, power lines, etc. It was a very hairy situation.
What happened was that it's still October. There are still plenty of leaves on all the trees. Leaves on trees, with big, fat, wet, heavy snow flakes means that the snow starts accumulating on all the leaves, thereby making them too heavy for the branches, weighing them down, and eventually just taking them down, landing on cars, roofs, and worst of all, power lines, which in turns brings them down and = blackout.
We finally got home, (after dealing with a crazy situation where we actually had to get OUT of the car in the snow, with a dangling power line in front of us, and physically lift and move tree branches out of the way ... and really, the word branches doesn't do it justice. We had to move tree limbs. Crazy - big - heavy tree LIMBS, just so that we could drive down the street.) only to find out that our power was out too. Luckily there was still just a sliver of daylight left outside pouring in through our windows, so we quickly find our matches, candles, and get prepared to spend the night without power.
Oh and BG puked again. and again. She puked all over her bed sheets, all over her clothes, all over her blankets and sleep sheep, our carpet, and our sofa. She was a puking machine. We were worried, so we called the doctor and they said, no more milk, no more food, but make sure she drinks plenty of water and pedialyte.
They actually said, give her a couple of sips, and then take it away from her for 5 minutes. Then give her some more, then take it away for another 5 minutes. This way we could get her stomach to regulate a bit and relax. They also said to make sure to monitor her wet diaper output and that if she wasn't producing enough wet diapers, then we should call them back the next day.
Poor girl was starving, and didn't understand why we weren't giving her food, or milk. She broke my heart, and we ended up putting her to bed on her last clean set of sheets as the sun went down and the apartment went completely dark except for the glow from our lit candles.
We figured it'd be a few hours tops that we wouldn't have power.
We ended up getting about 6 inches of snow accumulation that day. And we ended up going to bed without power, eventually bringing BG into our bed with us because it was cold as our heat had gone off, and she had puked in her bed again - officially leaving us with no clean sheets for her bed.
We just hoped we'd have power on by the next morning. It was a fitful night, one where I was consistently kicked, jabbed, body slammed, and head butted by a toddler. Who also puked one last time, all over herself, and all over me. I woke up with a sore back from sleeping in an awkward position, I was extremely tired, and I smelled faintly of puke.
But there was things that needed to get done! It was finally the day of Sophie's Dol. Her 1st birthday party.
to be continued...
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