We had quite the first Christmas for Josh this year, complete with an ice storm that caused us to lose power for three days! His gift from "Santa" still hasn't arrived even though I made so sure it would be here in time, but thankfully he's too little to care either way.
Just as we were settling back in after a 4am wake-up on the Sunday morning before Christmas, the power went out. We had freezing rain coming down all night, so it wasn't much of a surprise. We snuggled back in, thinking it would be back by the time we woke up. How wrong we were. We awoke to a world coated in several inches of ice. Trees were down all over the place, power lines were snapping due to the weight of the ice, and many, many people were without power in our city.
I'm not sure I've ever posted about it, but due to a tongue and lip tie, Josh and I were never able to establish a successful breastfeeding relationship. I have been pumping for him round the clock since he was a wee thing. Well, no power meant the pump didn't work, and with no manual pump, a baby who couldn't breastfeed, and only 24 ounces of "emergency formula" on hand, we were in trouble. Luckily, we have a car that has an outlet and that car happened to be full of gas, but that car was frozen shut under several inches of ice. It took almost an hour, and some inventive strategies to get that car door open, but we did! I was pumping milk in the driveway and sterilizing bottles on the barbeque. The first thing I did when power was restored to some areas was buy a manual pump and extra bottles!
By the second night the temperature in our home dropped below 5 degrees celcius, and the blanket fort we had built was no longer keeping us warm (plus the cat kept jumping into the middle of the roof and collapsing it), so we packed up the animals and booked it to a hotel for the night. We were so lucky to have had that option (and a hotel that would accept all our animals) as so many others didn't. I was hearing horror stories from friends and neighbours about disabled parents being stuck on the 16th floor of an apartment building. It was bad, but most people were doing whatever they could to help others. We were touched by how many offered us a warm place, even though we could not accept because we needed to keep our animals with us.
We were one of the lucky homes to get power back by Christmas Eve, and how happy we were to be back home, warm and safe. We cancelled the festivities for the night, having to empty out the fridge and freezer, and being told to conserve as much power as possible, so we had a quiet night instead. We had a wonderful Christmas morning, even if the ice storm stopped the mail, meant Jer's stocking never got finished, and we were exhausted from all the commotion of the previous days events. We were with family and friends and that was what mattered most.
This is one Christmas we are sure to never forget.