"911: What's your emergency?"

I had my first "emergency" yesterday. Luckily, it wasn't anything major - but I still called 911.
My son's binky somehow made it under his crib so far during the night that I had to get a broom to retrieve it. I had just bought two more for him so I decided to boil all three together to sanitize them. Carefully reading the instructions that said "boil 3-5 minutes" I did just that. There was so much I could get done in 3-5 minutes! I decided on changing my sons diaper.

Next thing I know we are in my bedroom playing. He was laughing so hard (his newest trick) then we read a few books, did some tummy time, then layed down for a nap. As soon as he was asleep I decided to check my email, read the blog, etc. I then started to get hungry for breakfast. I made my way to my kitchen and WHOA! My entire house (except my bedroom) was filled with smoke and the most potent, horrible smell that has ever hit my nose. I FORGOT about the pacifiers! I immediately turned off the stove, ran the smoking, stinky pan outside to the street, opened ALL of my windows and doors and closed the bedroom door to where my son was sleeping. My throat started to burn and it was getting hard for me to breathe. I checked on my son and he seemed to be doing fine, but I wanted someone to tell me it was going to be ok. I said a quick prayer and decided to call the fire dept. Oops - don't have their number handy (something I now have on the side of my fridge) so I dialed 911. At first I was embarrassed when the operator asked what my emergency was. I told her I didn't think it was a real emergency, but asked if she could get in touch with the fire department to ask if I should get my son out of the house.
She put me on hold for 5 seconds, came back on the line and said to get my baby and myself out of the house and that the fire truck was on its way up. So I scooped up my sleeping angel, ran outside and waited for the firemen.
They came driving up so soon - great response time;) They checked the house, checked my sons oxygen levels and the doc listened to his lungs. He was fine, I was fine and our house was fine. Here's what I learned (other than how scatterbrained and forgetful I am):

-Have all the emergency numbers posted somewhere (fire department, police department, poison control, etc)

-Stay calm - it's much easier to do what needs to be done if you aren't freaking out running all over the place (I know, easy to do with a burning binky, not so easy with a more serious situation)

-Learn what steps need to be taken in different kinds of emergencies. The firemen told me I did exactly what I should have done. Really? I felt so proud.

-Learn infant/child CPR. My husband and I just took a class last month. I learned a lot and am so glad I have that knowledge. (If I was Carrie I would have links to where you can take these classes, etc - but I'm just not that advanced...sorry)

-Rely on your Heavenly Father. There is nothing like prayer to calm you down and clear your head so that you can focus on what needs to be done.

-Finally, get some confidence. Before this happened, I would have put myself in the "freak out, start crying because I'm so stupid to leave the binkies on the stove, what kind of mother am I, meltdown" category. But I gained a lot of confidence in myself, after I handled this minor situation so well (pat on the back). And I think that in the future if something major does happen, I can deal with it with confidence. Hope I never have to find out...

Have any of you ever dealt well with any emergencies? What tips do you have? I would like to be as informed as possible.