We woke up to a fire this morning.
At 5am Christmas morning our fire alarms were BLAZING, in the panic of what was going on the minute I heard the fire alarm I could smell the fire.
I shook the husband and we jumped into action, the lights were still out when I got into the hall and saw the flames the fire was coming from the heating unit.
We quickly turned on the lights, switched the breaker and took down the filters (that were about to go up in flames but only had a little burning on them) I had also instinctively closed the bedroom door to make sure Daisy was safe only to notice that I had done it after...
We both wandered around a bit in panic about what to do next. We did not want to call the fire dept because the fire was out. And it was 5am Christmas morning.
We called building management and left a message on the emergency machine about the fire and got a call right back....
At the request of the building management we called the non-emergency fire dept number and they came... lights and sirens BLARING at 5am on Christmas morning with 2 fire trucks FULL of firefighters.
They came in to access the damage and make sure the fire was out. They used infrared to make sure there was no fire still in the ceiling (who knew) I am not going to lie I was scared out of my wits. They said fire can be a scary beast.
Also that our smoke detector was worth its weight in gold.
We had already aired the house out pretty good, but the smell of burning was pretty thick, after everything had settled I had a very good cry.
Yep the hubby and I sat on the couch and I cried. I cried and I was so THANKFUL that it happened the way it did.
I was so thankful our smoke alarm works.
I felt so blessed we were both home.
I was so thankful that it happened so quick and we both reacted as quickly as we did.
We are blessed and so thankful this Christmas in more ways than I could ever explain.