We just survived two nights of Chase's first power outage. At just after midnight Sunday night someone ran into a power pole over by the stadium and knocked the power out for the whole University with out apartments included. We spent the night trying to find our flashlights, changing diapers in the dark, trying to warm bottles up to Chase's satisfaction with warm water from the tap, and worst of all trying to survive with no heat. It was a rough night. The power didn't come back on until 12 hours later, and 10 degrees cooler. Chase and I both bundled up with the warmest cloths we could find (his little bear suit) and as many blankets as we could.
Last night we went out shopping and arrived home 5 minutes to 10. When I checked the answering machine we had a message letting us know that they power would be turned off from 10:00-4:00 so they could fix the power pole. We ran frantically trying to set things up for another dark night and barely got some water warmed up for his next bottle.
I now have even greater sympathy for the people in the mid-U.S. who have had no power for days... I never thought power outages where that big of a deal.
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