I am really emotionally drained, and pretty much traumatised..  I had  just arrived at my parents when the quake hit - I had put Emmy on the  floor, went to smell Mum's flowers she got for her birthday & then  the house started shaking, I raced to Emmy - falling over on the way  & knew all I could do was just dive on top of her... stuff was  falling down all around me and I was just closing my eyes hoping we were  out of the path of anything.  After it was over I started  hyperventilating & managed to drive to my Mum's work (2 mins away)  to see she was okay, then found a route to get to Gaby's preschool - on  the way got a text from my Dad... I knew we were all alive so felt al  ittle better then.
We are at my parents - my house is okay, but the general area is an  utter mess - i'm in Avonside, if you see that on the news at all.  The  main road my street comes off is f*cked, and so is the intersection just  around from me (AGAIN!!)... I have been too emotionally not with it to  take many photos, but am uploading some now on FB.
When Dad got home he told us he had left the CTV building 20 MINUTES  BEFORE THE QUAKE - in which it collapsed.... I think we're all having  trouble processing that, and what could have been - had his appointment  been  15 minutes later.  It's just.... I tear up whenever I think about  it.  My Dad isn't handling it well - he's such a strong man, but you can  see how troubled he is.  He just got a phone call to say his doctor is  missing.
My family are all alive though, our houses are standing.. I do know of  one woman who has lost someone... and am dreading them releasing the  full list eventually. 
Yesterday we got power - and it was the first time we actually saw  images of the utter devestation in the CBD & it was HARD to see.. it  made it so much more real, but at the same time I was 'glad' I could  see it, because it has helped me process it.  We were so unlucky this  time.  Where the first quake hit at the best time possible (4am.. ish),  this one hit at the very worst possible time... midday on a weekday.    when Mum told me on Tuesday people had died I bawled... People don't die  in earthquakes here... bad things don't happen here - this sort of  thing happens in America, or Europe.....
They showed footage this morning of the building that I used to work in -  the Theatre Royal, a beautiful late 1800s, early 1900s building with  marble stair cases and chandaleirs, intricate work everywhere... and now  it's destroyed.  It looks like the top storey has come down, but the  bottom is still standing - the admin level is on the 2nd storey, and the  place I used to sit & work is below it all.  I don't know if people  I know died in there.
We did get a good snippet of news - my niece ~Bronte Ameka~ was born on  24/02 @ 00.00 - the stroke of midnight on her EDD.. we still haven't had  a proper photo, so are itching for one to arrive via email!
As I said though, we're all alive & our houses are standing.  that's what matters.
145 are confirmed dead so far & 200 missing - the news isn't going to get any better.....
But we're alive...
Welcome...
Thank you for checking out our blog... We are the Oakden's from Christchurch - New Zealand, a little city in a little country that has become synonymous with earthquakes.  Since September 4th 2010 we have literally had thousands of earthquakes... people often ask how we are still living here - and how we put up with all the shaking, and the not knowing what is going to happen...  But it's simple.  Christchurch is home, it's who we are - it's part of us... it's where our little family was created, and I guess that gives us roots to this shaky city.  It's going to take a lot more to make us want to leave.
February 28, 2011
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