Raise your hand if you’ve seen the episode of Modern Family where Claire puts off calling 911 for a few minutes so she can change into her best outfit complete with plunging neckline.
That was exactly what happened to me last week if by best outfit you mean PJs and by plunging neckline you mean soft flannels.
It’s just how I roll, and oh yeah, I was actually stuck in my PJs.
Here’s the scoop….
I went to take Aidan out to his school bus and we got locked on his lift. The door did it’s job and locked as soon as the lift started moving. Then it powered down and we were just….stuck. I was in my PJs, because please, it was 8am and I hadn’t had coffee.
Though I could have jumped off the lift myself, I couldn’t leave Aidan alone on it. Aidan’s bus driver was very reassuring, helped me think it through, and even went into my house to get my phone so I could call the fire department. (There was an aide on the bus.) Then she took the rest of her kiddos to school.
The dispatcher asked if it would be obvious which house was ours. Um… well… yes… I’m standing out front in my PJs.
It gets better. I was taking care of a friend’s 4 year old son. This whole emergency vehicle and big men in uniforms thing could go either way – it could be terrifying or it could be the highlight of his day. Because I was locked on the lift I had to trust that he would follow my directions and listen to the fire fighters.
The fire fighters busted us out of there and then stuck around to help me figure out what was wrong. I felt quite ridiculous and incompetent and could basically answer none of their questions. I really wanted to tell them that while I may know absolutely nothing about the electric circuitry of a lift, I can wax eloquent about the electric circuitry of the brain, you know, if I could pull off eloquent in my PJs.
The very strong and capable fire fighters picked up Aidan’s beastly power chair and carried it down our steps all while the physical therapist inside me was thinking, “Lift with your legs. Please protect your backs.” In short order Aidan was on his way to school.
It gets even better. This all happened on the day that Garreth left to visit family in England. So as the very helpful rescue personnel were giving me instructions on how to fix the lift (go buy this part and put it here) I was really hoping it would be as easy as they said. Of course, it wasn’t.
By the time I got to school, Aidan’s teachers had been informed of our morning drama. The school secretary approached me and said that her handy husband was disappointed to find out about our house building project too late and would be happy to help with the lift. How awesome is that? I was able to make several calls that day and surround myself with community. People helping people. This doing life together stuff… I love it. Even in PJs…. maybe especially in PJs.
And here is where I sing the praises of our Police and Fire Department. Besides dealing with the immediate situation (they got us off the lift) they stuck around to problem solve and even offered help later if I got stuck putting the lift back together. That’s above and beyond the call of duty. And if I hadn’t had my amazing community, I would have needed them.
But the best part of the story is how they treated the kids. They were quite simply amazing. There was one officer who stood in front of Aidan and talked to him. Officer Fogg was a familiar face because he’s in the school running the D.A.R.E program which Aidan participates in because, you know, inclusion rocks. Aidan, being the only extrovert in an introverted family, loved the attention and was most likely grateful that Officer Fogg brought his friends around for a visit. They checked in with me regarding Aidan’s vocalizations, wanting to know he was ok. Knowing that their presence could be potentially scary for a 4 year old, the fire fighters were so friendly with the boys. While I was distracted trying to answer questions (not sure where we keep any of those parts or what they are) I was comfortable knowing the other fire fighters had their eyes on the boys. It ended up being the highlight of the kids’ day.
Bus driver, school secretary, police and fire fighters, friends…. I continue to be grateful to be surrounded by such wonderful people.
P.S. Yes, the lift is fixed because that sweet 4 year old shared this adventure story with his daddy, our electrician.
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Just so you know I’m not the only one who has called 911 in her PJs, check out this precious video.