We had just moved into our house-barely 3 weeks and
expecting a hurricane with a preemie who required electricity-refrigeration for
her medications, power for her monitors and oxygen, heat because she couldn’t
yet regulate her body temperature. We
expected to lose power-our neighbors had warned us that if happens, a lot, in
our neighborhood. We had flashlights and
coolers and I even spoke with PSE&G because we had priority power
restoration due to Lily’s medical needs.
I spoke with her doctors who told us that if we lost power for more than
48 hours that we needed to come to the hospital-a medical bill that we would be
completely responsible for and with a new house and me not working, we weren’t
okay with that. My parents always lose
power but get it back quickly, so we figured we would just go to their house in
the worst case scenario.
We lost power before the storm actually hit-a couple of
massive trees at the beginning of our street fell across the street, blocking
entrance and exit to our house, and knocking down a bunch of power lines. One of the trees literally shredded-they
haven’t cleaned it up, so you can still drive by and see it-it’s like someone
came by and sheared the side of the tree (sheared, like a sheep's wool, only they left the stubble).
The hubby went out to survey the damage.
The street was impassable and we live on a dead end. My calls to PSE&G went unanswered-busy
signals and hours upon hours of waiting.
We figured we would get power once the storm was over and we bunkered
down for the night.
It is important to note that since we didn’t have power,
we were completely unaware about what was happening in NYC and the Shore. We were still in such an emotionally
heightened state with Lily, everything seemed worse and more dire for us than
it really was. But at that moment, we
were freaked out.
The storm passed overnight and we relied on the emergency
oxygen tank and coolers filled with ice packs.
As the temperature dropped throughout the next day, and my calls to
PSE&G were answered with regret, we went to our neighbor’s house and sat in
front of their fireplace, warming Lily and playing Guess Who. My parents didn’t have power, and they didn’t
know when they were getting it back. We
were hearing rumors that it could take a week for us to get the power
restored. Hotels were booked. Believe it or not, the most logical next step
was to go into Manhattan and stay with my sister and brother-in-law. Lily’s suitcase was the largest, filled with
diapers and formula and, essentially, all of her clothes and anything she could
need (bottle warmer, bottle sanitizer, extra wires and bands, etc…). The hubby drove as I hovered over Lily in her
car seat, convinced by shear will power that my physical body could solve any
problem she might have-this was her longest car ride, and not in the best circumstances.
At this point you might be asking yourself, "Wait a minute, you said the street was impassible. How did you get out?" What a smart reader you are. It turns out that there is an emergency evacuation route on our dead end street. A few houses down from us is this white house that doesn't quite fit with the rest of the neighborhood. If you go down the driveway, it veers behind the house and becomes a bona fide 45 degree-angled escape driveway which connects to the main road. Also, the house is owned by Mary Higgins Clark's daughter...go figure.
Back to the narrative...So 4 adults, 1 preemie, and a loud and heat producing
oxygen convertor in a 700 square foot one bedroom NYC apartment, one bathroom,
a galley kitchen overflowing with all of Lily’s medical and nutritional needs…it
paints an interesting picture. Warren
and my brother-in-law walked to work while my sister and I hung out all day
with the baby. Even my parents and
cousin came over for dinner and Halloween.
I ate a lot of candy. All 700
square feet were strewn with wrappers and baby vomit and Lily wasn’t that happy
in her football costume, but she was so cute that we didn’t care about the
close quarters-we had a place to live, granted, we used to live in that
apartment so we were also a little bit elated-it was so nice to be back in our old neighborhood, to bundle Lily up
in layers upon layers, and then cover the carriage so no one could breathe on
her as we strolled the aisles in Trader Joe’s and Fairway. To just go for a walk with my child-something
I had yet to do-a major blessing. And
when I got my period and a migraine on the same day, my sister looked after
Lily so I could sleep/moan on the couch.
After a few days of imposing on my sister-and really, it
didn’t feel like imposing because my sister was so happy to have us and to help
take care of Lily and laugh and eat chocolate and make fun of the boys who had
to go to work while her school was majorly cancelled and Lily was adorable and
happy and eating well and had no issues-my parents got their power back and we
opted to move to bigger digs. The hubby
worked from home since we couldn’t get any gas for his car to take him to the
bus.
Eventually we got our power back (our most amazing
neighbors kept us in the loop the entire time) and we waited a full 24 hours so
the house could warm up. Lily got to
spend her first Halloween in New York City, which I’m hoping to use as a
pacifier in the future when teenage Lily asks to go to the village Halloween
costume parade: “Sorry honey, you’re too young, but you did spend your first
Halloween in the city.”
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| Lily's first Halloween! |
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| That's my sister, dressed as a Giant's fan, holding football-costumed Lily! I should note, my sister is a real Giant's fan, it's not just a costume for her. Lily will also be a Giant's fan because, despite her father's love for the Jets, the Giants are actually good. Go Big Blue! |
