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I delivered my child in my works parking lot on my b-day

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The day of my birthday, my wife was extremely pregnant. Being we live in the US with sub par maternity leave, she planned to work until she went into labor. At lunch time, she calls me and says she just started to get some contractions but would work until the end of her shift so she won't have to take PTO. I say okay, but call me or leave if it becomes too much. About 20 minutes later, she texts me saying she's heading home to labor there. Our first took 19 hours so she figured she had plenty of time. She leaves her place of work (a hospital no less) and starts to drive home.

She was driving on the highway and thinking that these were really getting strong. She called me if I had left work yet, said no, she responds, good, meet me in your parking lot in 2 minutes (my office was on the way home form her)

I see her, she pulls into my office driveway then stops so I run to her car. She's deep into a contraction. She rolls the window down, so I say park there, I'll get my car and we'll go to the hospital. I get her out of the car, she takes a step then gets on all fours to deal with the labor pain. After that contraction is done, I help her up and then her water breaks.

I say don't worry about it, just get in the car. She in the door frame just saying I can't. I say just get in. She says, you don't understand, I can't sit down, just throw me in the trunk. I'm not throwing you in the trunk. She says you have to call 911. I call and within 10 seconds, she says, we have a head! I put the phone on speaker and in the ground, help her pull her pants down a bit and baby is right there.

One more contraction, my daughter is in my hands. She wasn't crying so I gave her a light tap on the butt and she starts perking up. The 911 operator then had me then wipe the mouth with a towel. She then says she needed me to tie off the umbilical cord with a shoe lace. At first I'm thinking where the heck am I going to find a shoe lace when it dawned on me, I'm wearing shoes. I tie it tight, 6 inches from her stomach, then I worry did I tie it too tight and I'll cut through it? So I grab my other shoe lace and tie it again lighter. (When we got to the hospital they said tieing the umbilical cord could have waited)

This is all happening with a siren in the background. The paramedics went inside the building and says we're here for the pregnant woman. The person at the front goes there's no pregnant woman here. Eventually somebody who knew I was on baby watch said they saw me leave and to check the parking lot. Eventually they find us and everything turned out okay.

One hell of a birthday present.

Fast forward 7 years, my daughter likes to tell everyone she meets that she was born in a parking lot and now my dad is my birthday buddy.

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