I Gave Birth in the Car During a Pandemic
Updated: Oct 19, 2020
So today I wanted to tell my birth story since so many people have been asking me about it.
As some of you may know, on May 4th, 2020, I gave birth to my son at 6:07am in my Toyota RAV4 in the Speedway parking lot right off the highway on the way to the hospital. I thought I would tell the full story leading up to this.
For a week prior to his birth, I had Prodromal labor. For those of you who do not know what Prodromal labor is; it’s real labor that never progresses. It is not the same as Braxton Hicks contractions. You continue to have labor contractions which show up on the monitor and are very painful, but you do not dilate any further. I stayed only 3cm for a full week! I had gone to the doctor’s office and hospital a total of three times, but they continued to send me home. The bad part about this is that we live 45 minutes away from the hospital.
On May 3rd, 2020, our darling daughter had her 3rd birthday. We went about our day as usual and tried to make it as special as we could. I had been going for walks, eating pineapple, and trying basically every trick in the book to go into active labor since his due date was May 4th. We took a break from this to celebrate our daughter’s birthday since I was determined to give our children their own birthdays.
After spending an incredibly busy day doting on our daughter, baking cupcakes, and spoiling her with presents, we went to bed that night. I don’t remember feeling any differently that night, which really surprised me.
At 4:30am on May 4th, I dreamt that I was having labor pains. After a few minutes, I had another one and realized I was not dreaming. I blew it off as more prodromal pain and thought I would wait to wake my husband. After a couple minutes, another pain came, and I decided to start timing the contractions on my phone. My phone said they were about 7 minutes apart, which was common for the past week, so I decided to wake my husband and take a shower. He came downstairs to check on me and my contraction timer said my contr
actions were 3-4 minutes apart. I thought maybe I was mistaking some pains for labor pains but told my husband to call his mother to come over to watch our daughter.
Fast forward to 5:30am and I was in severe pain waiting for his mother to arrive. The bags were in the car and the moment his mother arrived, we left. My wonderful husband had a 45-minute drive ahead of him and I was timing my contractions about 2-3 minutes apart at this point.
I had called my OB’s office on the way and the after-hours answering service answered. I talked to the girl between very painful contractions and when she asked me if I was in labor, I told her, “No I just feel like talking like this for no reason.” Apparently, I thought using humor would make me feel better, it did. I did tell her I was joking, but I don’t think she thought I was very funny.
After about 20 minutes of driving, I had pulled my pants down so my husband decided to call 9-1-1. He told me after that it was at that moment, he knew he would be using his first responder training and delivering a baby. Thank god for his training! The 9-1-1 operator told him to pull over where he could and he would have the ambulance meet us there.
The moment he parked the car, our baby decided to make an entrance. Three pushes later, and our beautiful baby boy was in his father’s arms. He beat the ambulance by just a few minutes. They arrived just in time to clear out our little man’s throat and cut the cord. My husband did know to do these things, but he was able to step back and let EMS take over so he could focus on being a new daddy.
Every single emergency services employee we spoke to, from the 9-1-1 operator who was so calm and kept my husband’s head clear to deliver the baby, to the EMS who made sure my baby was healthy and breathing and that I was ok, were all a critical and important part in this. They kept us calm the entire time and we were so incredibly blessed that everything went as smoothly as it did. My son and I had no complications and we are both healthy and happy.
I always look back on the moment and remember how much my daughter’s birth helped with my son’s birth. I had an unmedicated completely natural birth with my daughter because I have a 40-degree scoliosis curve and the doctor was pretty sure I was unable to have an epidural; plus I ran out of time for any drugs at all. I remember every word my obstetrician said to me to keep me breathing and focused to push when I had to. She told me when to push and how to focus on my body and don’t push unless my body told me to. While delivering my son, I didn’t have a doctor there to walk me through this, but I had her voice in my head guiding me through everything; and for that, I am very thankful.
With Covid, I had considered a home birth, but it is so frowned upon that I just thought giving birth in a hospital was what I had to do. I was scared to labor in a hospital with a mask on and focus on my breathing when I had something covering my face. I know the mask wouldn’t affect my breathing, but I just did not want that to be my experience. Everyone teases me now and says that I got what I wanted, a birth with no mask on!
If I could do it all over again, would I give birth in my car…? Absolutely! It was such an incredible experience with only my husband and something we can cherish for the rest of our lives.
Do you have any strange or different birth experiences that you would like to share?
Feel free to share it in the comments; I would love to hear about it.
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