FIRE!!!!!! WHA – ????
It’s 3:00 a.m., and the doorbell rings.
It rings again, and as hubby sleepily asks “Who’s at the door at this time of night?”, you realize it’s your phone’s ringtone you’re hearing and you tell hubby – “No one, silly, but baby girl is calling.”
By this time, you’ve missed the call so you drag your still half-sleeping arse out of bed and hit redial.
“Mom, are fireplaces supposed to be 24 hours?”
And as your brain goes from sleepy haze to adrenalin rushed you realize….
…you, my friend, have entered…the Panic Zone…duh..dun…DUNNNNNNNNN!
“I’m here and the place is dark and no cars are in the parking lot.”
Oh, fire station…fire station…she meant fire station….sigh, okay heart slow down their house is not on fire….
“Umm…yeah, pretty sure it’s a 24/7 operation at a fire station, honey.”
“Yeah, well NO ONE is here!”
“Wait…why are you there?”
“The baby…she’s sick and having trouble breathing and I want them to check her vitals and her pulse ox and make sure she’s okay and I don’t need to go to the ER with her.”
“Oh…well…..wait, in Smallville isn’t the fire department volunteer?”
“I don’t know, maybe. But I left Smallville and am now in the parking lot of Muchlargerville’s main fireplace and there’s still no one around.”
“Well, they are on 24 hr shifts so maybe they’re asleep. Did you check through the bay doors for lights on?”
“Yeah, there’s nothing.”
“Okay, well call the non-emergency dispatch number for Muchlargerville and tell them…”
“Non-emergency dispatch number for police and fire. Every town has one.”
“I’m not gonna do that.”
“Because it’s stupid. You know what? I’m just gonna go back home.”
I could tell baby girl was exhausted and frustrated by this time.
“Okay, but is the baby breathing alright?”
“Well, she’s not blue or anything. She’s just laboring.”
“Maybe you should – “
“Mom, that’s hubby on the other line. I’ll call you back.”
That was five hours ago.
No more sleep for Mom, no more sleep for Dad. No word on the baby, yet.
Oh look, there’s gray hair #2,365.