Fire at Paddock Place: Part Two

The very next morning after the fire, both Josh and I were running off of two to three hours of sleep at the most and we had a lot to do.  Our first priority was to be at the apartment at eight thirty when the office opened so we could get information from them as well as look at the damage the fire had done.  Once Josh got back from checking in at work we headed to the apartment.  We tried to remain hopeful, but we both feared the worst.  Josh told me that all the Army offered to help with was an emergency loan, but we both agreed we wanted avoid a loan if possible.  As we pulled up to our building, the memory of the night before came rushing back.  When we opened the car doors we could still smell smoke heavy in the air although the fire had now been out for hours.  The breezeway and roofs were charred black with soot and ash.  We saw maintenance men up on our balcony who assured us it was structurally sound to walk on.  We climbed slowly up the now black and uneven staircase to what used to be our door.  Instead, all that remain was a half melted chunk of metal precariously attached.  Upon first looking into the apartment all we could see was black.  It covered the walls, floors and ceiling and we knew our home was no more.  We walked solemnly into what had just hours before been our home.  The melted ceiling fan and computer bag drew our attention and although there were items in tact we knew there was very little to be saved from the black that now covered our lives.  The smoke was still so thick in the apartment that it made our eyes tear up and made breathing uncomfortable. 

Hungry and emotionally and physically exhausted Josh and I decided to get breakfast off the dollar menu at McDonalds.  While there I called my mom to let her know the items I was in desperate need of (like a bra, shoes and other necessities) so she could send them to us in a package overnight.  As I was getting off the phone with mom I saw a lady get up from her booth and walk over to Josh and whisper something to him as she handed him a piece of paper and walked off.  I asked what she said and he told me that she had overheard my conversation and offered this as a gift.  We looked at the piece of paper to find that it was a check for $50.  Our hearts were warmed and overwhelmed with gratitude.  When we were feeling our lowest here we had a complete stranger reach out to us in sympathy and support.

 We got in touch with our insurance and filed a claim before we headed to the Red Cross to fill out paper work from the night before.  After waiting close to an hour to be seen we were finally led into an office where they took extra pains to make sure Dorian was entertained and happy.  They gave us vouchers for the Salvation Army as well as a Visa with $240 so that we could buy Dorian a mattress and all the necessities he would need.  We were so grateful to have that money because now that we knew we would have to replace everything it was hard not to become overwhelmed with all that would need to be replaced.  While I was doing paper work, Josh was on the phone with the apartment complex and since they were aware that we had a baby (which none of the other tenants involved in the fire did not) they made us their first priority in trying to find us a new place to stay.  So as soon as we finished at the Red Cross we headed to Ashford Apartments where they let us know they made room for us to stay in a town home for six months!  We knew we were being blessed.  Here it wasn’t even twenty four hours after the fire and we already had a new (and much larger) place to stay.  On top of that the people at the office reached out to us in sympathy and offered us furniture that had been left behind by tenants.

So although our world was in ashes around us (yes, pun intended) we were given the tools we needed to dig ourselves out and start again.  It was now getting late in the day and I had not one, but two friends track us down and stop by with blankets, food, clothes, dishes, personal affects, etc to make sure we  had what we needed to get by.  The day had been chaos, but we had an air mattress to sleep on and a roof over our heads and most of our basic needs were being met.  We were blessed and grateful to have each other and although all of it was overwhelming we knew throughout it all we were blessed.

The next several days followed in a similar chaos, but people continued to reach out to us, blessing our lives with what they offered monetarily but also the support they offered us spiritually and emotionally by showing through their service that we were thought of and loved.  This gave us peace and hope that we would indeed make it through these difficult times and we had a support group to help us through it.  This included my incredible family who filled up a Uhaul with furniture, clothes, toys and other necessities that were home and traveled over 1300 miles to bring it to us.  When my parents arrived I knew we were being taken care of and for the first time in days I was able to let go of some of the stress and worry my body had been holding onto.  They helped me clean my new place so that we had a space to start unpacking what people had donated. 

While my family began to set up stuff at the new place, Josh and I dug through the corpse of our apartment.  Recording every item we own so that we could send in it on our claim to the insurance.  We would have to take breaks every twenty or so minutes to get clean air before we re-entered the cave that was our apartment.  We took pictures of everything and wrote down everything.  Me being pregnant often times cried as I came across sentimental things that I knew were lost and no longer a part of my life anymore.  It broke my heart knowing we had invested so much money on all the bay swings, and toys we had with Dorian knowing now they would never be used again; knowing everything would have to be replaced.  It was hard to deal with all the loss, but through it all we kept telling ourselves that at least we had each other.  Although everything was hectic and emotional we made sure I was not overdoing anything because we wanted to make sure we kept me and the baby inside of me as healthy as possible.

My dad had to get back to work and my mother offered to stay a few more days if I needed it, but I let her know I was feeling more confident about everything and all the help they gave us really put us on our feet again.  I really was feeling that this new start wouldn’t be as difficult as I had thought.  We were hopeful and happy despite it all and the next morning my parents left with hugs and kisses.  We promised to call them in a couple of hours because I had my first ultra sound scheduled for the baby that day which we were all so very excited about.  It gave us all something to look forward to.  Josh and I dropped Dorian off with a friend so we could go to the appointment together.  I am glad it was together because what we were about to face, I could not have done alone.