“MY BABY WAS BORN IN THE BACK OF A MOVING CAR”
Exactly seven years after her first labour, Renee’s second son arrived – in a big hurry
Renee delivered her bub while en route to hospital
RENEE COOK, 27, AND HER PARTNER DANIEL, 27, ARE PARENTS TO COREY, NINE, AND LEVI, TWO
My approach to childbirth has always been open-minded – I’ve never had much of a birth plan other than to go with the flow. My labour to deliver Corey was easygoing: after six hours of contractions at home, I arrived at hospital in time for my waters to break, and an hour later I was holding my baby boy. I never imagined I would give birth to my second son years later, on the same day – but in a very different location.
Five days before my due date, after setting up birthday presents for Corey to open the next morning, I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep, so stayed up reading for hours. At 12.45am I tried to rest, but 15 minutes later felt the first contraction. I woke Daniel to tell him he wouldn’t be going to work later that morning and he shot up out of bed, ready to leave for the hospital. But I wasn’t in any rush, as my contractions were all over the place. So I had a warm shower, breathing deeply through contractions.
After about two hours, my labour became more intense, so I spoke to my midwife and we decided to leave for the hospital. We woke Corey and explained he was going to Nannie’s house, and also woke Daniel’s best mate, Joe, who had been staying over that night. I thought it would be best if he drove, as I wasn’t sure how Daniel would cope. When my waters suddenly broke, I realised we actually needed to leave straightaway.
It was a 45-minute drive to the hospital, and 15 minutes in I was telling Joe to step on it! The contractions were rolling together and, feeling embarrassed with Joe in the car, I tried not make too many noises – but ended up grunting instead.
Just five minutes later I felt the urge to push. I willed it to go away but it was impossible not to push – and out came my baby’s head! I couldn’t believe it. I was in pitch darkness in the back of a moving car, not able to speak, but my instincts kicked in and I managed to get my undies down to my knees. I gave another push and my baby was in my arms. It wasn’t until Levi started crying that Daniel realised what had happened. He told Joe to pull over. Still unable to speak, I made sure the cord wasn’t around my baby’s neck.
Joe found a safe place to stop, by which point many emotions were running through me. However I yelled for someone to call an ambulance and get the towels out of the boot. Poor Daniel was a bit of a mess, so I grabbed the phone and rang the hospital while Joe called an ambulance. The midwives put my nerves at ease and soon I was calm and filled with love for my newborn – but astounded I had just delivered him on my own, in four hours, on the same date his big brother was born.
Eventually the ambulance arrived and an hour later we were at hospital, where the cord was cut. And 12 hours later we were lucky enough to go home. Levi will be forever reminded of that eventful day, especially since the place of birth on his birth certificate says ‘Eumundi-Noosa Rd, Doonan’. If I am blessed with a third child, I think I’ll have a homebirth!