We survived the snowpocalypse of 2014-2015 with no power outages. And yet, this past Thursday, we lost power twice for no reason. Usually this is no big deal (unless you are 8 months pregnant and have to climb 7 flights of stairs in the dark to get home), but it took on new meaning with a new baby, an oxygen tank, and acid reflux. Evie and I were watching a movie (Labor Day--don't bother) while Erick was at the gym, when all of a sudden the power went out. I had always kind of chuckled to myself that we had a 60 lb oxygen tank sitting in our living room as backup, but now I understand why we have it.
|Meet Big Bertha the Oxygen Tank--Ollie is scared of her|
As the lights went out, the oxygen condenser started beeping to let us know that Evie wasn't getting oxygen. Then the G-tube coincidentally started beeping to let me know that her feed was done. Then Evie started crying because she had gas. Basically in the span of 30 minutes, we lost power, the oxygen went out, I scrambled to hook up backup oxygen in the dark, she threw up on me, then the power came back on, and then Erick came home from the gym and missed all the excitement. :)
Then I hooked her back up to the regular oxygen condenser, and then 2 hours later, the power went out again. Evie entertained us during the blackout with cute baby faces and cooing by candelight. What a night!