In 2009, this happened. January 25, 2009 to be exact. That was also my due date. Since this gorgeous disaster caused us to lose electricity for more than a week, I’m thankful my daughter came two weeks early. I think it’s pretty safe to say that I wouldn’t have handled a home birth well.
Imagine, if you will, having a newborn child and two other small children. In an ice storm. With no heat, no water, no electricity, and most definitely no sleep. And No.Way.Out.
Let me just go ahead and admit that I can be a little high-strung.
I did not handle it well when the power went out. Or the days after that when we camped out in my mother’s living room near her fireplace. Or when I developed mastitis and thrush in my left breast and feeding my daughter felt like lighting myself on fire every two hours.
There was a lot of crying.
The baby cried some too.
According to the weather people, we are under a Winter Storm Warning. I haven’t been that concerned, because I don’t have a newborn and we have our own fire now.
But then my husband went to the store to stock up, only to find out that some motherfuckers have bought all the Coca-Cola.
Now I’m panicking. How does a store run out of Coke? I don’t even think that is legal.
Is this the apocalypse?