Taxi!

When she caught a cab to the hos­pi­tal, Stephanie Lynch, 26, from York, ended up hav­ing the ride of her life…

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You could say I was a pro – af­ter three ba­bies, I knew what to ex­pect with labour.

‘This birth should be a breeze,’ I told my part­ner Stephen, 34, stroking my bump.

It was March this year and I was due any day.

Our kids – Char­lie, seven, Al­fie, six, and Amelia, one – were so ex­cited about their new sib­ling.

And when my wa­ters broke on 3 March, I wasn’t wor­ried.

‘We’ve still got a few more hours yet,’ I told Stephen – af­ter all, I knew the drill by now.

But we phoned the hos­pi­tal any­way to let them know.

As time ticked by, I started get­ting cramps.

I phoned the hos­pi­tal again and they told me to come in.

York Hos­pi­tal was only a 15-minute drive away.

I still thought I had plenty of time, so I asked Stephen to call me a cab. My gran, Kath­leen, 68, came over to watch the chil­dren.

And when the cab ar­rived, me, Stephen and my mum Claire, 46, piled in to the back.

‘The hos­pi­tal please,’ I told the cab­bie.

But just as we pulled away, my con­trac­tions started – thick and fast!

‘I don’t think I’m go­ing to make it,’ I gasped to Mum.

I could al­ready feel the baby’s head!

‘Pull over!’ I said with a groan. ‘I’m about to give birth!’ Stephen went white with shock. We were only two min­utes from home, and would never make it to the hos­pi­tal in time.

The cab driver swiftly pulled into a nearby ho­tel car park.

‘I’m sorry!’ I said. ‘I’m go­ing to have this baby in your car!’

I was mor­ti­fied, but he was ab­so­lutely amaz­ing.

‘Don’t worry!’ he laughed. They both jumped out and Stephen called 999. The cab­bie in­tro­duced him­self as Mark Ker­mode.

Mum whipped off my py­jama bot­toms and knick­ers and said she could see the baby’s head.

‘You can do this,’ she said. ‘Just breathe.’

It all hap­pened so quickly.

And sec­onds later, Mum was hold­ing my baby girl, Evie!

Pant­ing with ex­haus­tion, I lis­tened out for her cry. But there wasn’t one.

My baby’s cord was around her neck and she was go­ing blue.

Ter­ri­fied, Stephen spoke to the 999 op­er­a­tor and dic­tated to Mum what to do.

Mum stayed calm as she care­fully un­wrapped the cord and placed Evie on her back.

Sud­denly, lit­tle Evie let out a loud cry and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Thank­fully, paramedics ar­rived a few min­utes later and rushed us to hos­pi­tal.

Baby Evie weighed in at a very healthy 6lb 4oz.

As a pre­cau­tion, Evie and I were both kept in the hos­pi­tal overnight.

But when we got back home the fol­low­ing day, the kids were thrilled to see her.

‘Did you re­ally give birth in the taxi, Mum?’ Char­lie asked.

‘Yes!’ I laughed, feel­ing a bit em­bar­rassed about it all. He thought it was cool, though. Now, when­ever peo­ple visit us, he takes great plea­sure in telling them the story.

‘Baby Evie was born in a cab!’ he says, gig­gling.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live it down.

I’ve since vis­ited the cab firm with Evie and thanked Mark for ev­ery­thing he did.

I bet that’s one ride that he’ll never for­get.

My baby girl cer­tainly knows how to make a mem­o­rable en­trance!

We weren’t go­ing to make it

It’s a bril­liant story to tell!

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