Last night after everyone was in bed and everything was quiet (it was about 9:20pm), I sat down on the coach by Ross for a snuggle, and we talked for a few minutes about the crazy events of the evening (see below). Then we heard a pop outside and all went dark. Ross: "I think a transformer blew." Me: "What?" Ross: "You know, like Optimus Prime." Me again: "What?" (I didn't know the devices used to transfer electrical energy were called transformers -- you learn something new every day).
Luckily, my laptop was open so the only light we had was from my computer's glow. We found our stored flashlights and then got some candles and matches. We pulled out the load that was in the washer and laid it out to dry (especially the car seat pad). Ross called the power company in case it was something we needed to report. Then I got ready for bed, having a hard time reading by my battery-low flashlight, and knowing that whenever the power was fixed all our lights would be on again, which happened at 11:07pm.
What crazy events am I referring to? At the end of Allen's soccer clinic. I noticed Jane had spit up all over herself. She was playing with a pair of sunglasses so I automatically thought she might have put the stem in too far and gagged herself. But soon after she spit up again, soaking the clean pajamas she was just changed in to, ruining the plan of making bedtime simple once we got home. Luckily, Catherine was there at the park with us and helped me strip the babies down (Emma, sitting next to Jane, got spit up on her clean pajamas too) to put in their car seats. As we drove home I called Ross letting him know what had happened and that once we got home I needed him to spray the stroller down and while I talked I could hear Jane throw up again three times. Catherine met me at home. She got Jane from her car seat and right into the tub. I called Ross back and told him to pick up some Pedialyte at the store. (Yay that they make a clear kind!) Once Emma heard the tub going she wanted a bath too. After Jane got out, Emma got in. After I scrambled for clothing and diapers (my mind was kind of out of it) I started dressing Jane and she threw up again. Back into the tub she went. I tried dressing her again. A few minutes later more spit-up. Finally she stayed in a diaper and towel, and after Catherine put Emma down, she just held Jane while I helped Allen and Abby get pajamas on and did dessert/scripture reading. While this was going on, Ross got home, changed and was stripping out the stroller pads and car seat pads for clean-up. Jane threw up again and then starting doing dry heaves. The poor girl, as Catherine said, was absolutely charming during all of this with her many smiles. You wouldn't know she was sick or hurting until after she would do a dry heave or rub her eyes. She was exhausted. We finally got her to bed, sleeping on a towel in her crib. Catherine and Ross ate dinner and then Catherine left since it was too late to walk or start a project -- Jane was our exercise and project for the night! After I started the wash, Ross put some dinner items away, Ross and I sat on the couch to talk (which brings us back to the beginning of this post) and then BOOM were in the dark. Luckily, the power blew once everyone was in bed. I can't imagine how fun it would be with Jane and vomit in the dark.
It wasn't the best night sleep (Ross got up at 11pm to turn off all our lights, I got up with Jane after midnight to give her some Pedialyte, Ross got up with her again at 4am and I had to correct a low blood sugar...) and it's not going to be a very fun day (I had to cancel two visiting teaching appointments, luckily I'm not driving Abby's co-op carpool today and I've got to try to separate two babies from each other all day) but I got so much accomplished yesterday (laundry, ironing, dinner, grocery shopping, picking up rooms) that I don't feel like I have to do very much today. Maybe I'll just enjoy holding a cute baby or two. Thanks to Ross for putting Jane's car seat back together this morning. (Post written above at 8:15am.)
Update at 8:30am: I just went in to get the girls out of bed and Emma is covered in spit up. It's all over her and the bedding. Ahhhh! She has the biggest smile on her face, but I don't want to touch her. Do you blame me? So much for separation today. I guess that will keep things easier. Okay, enough stalling, I'm going to go in there and be brave.