Park ‘n’ push

Sam Clarke, 33, from Saw­ley, Der­byshire, ar­rived at her lo­cal Co-op with a very spe­cial de­liv­ery…

Pick Me Up! Special - - News -

Mar­ried to my teenage crush Dan Clarke, I couldn’t have been hap­pier with life. He adored my son, De­clan, then four, and they al­ways had their heads to­gether, chat­ting about cars and mo­tor­bikes.

I just longed to give De­clan a brother or sis­ter.

Dan thought he couldn’t have chil­dren, so when I suf­fered a mis­car­riage – with­out real­is­ing we were ex­pect­ing – in July 2016, we

were heart­bro­ken. But it gave us hope. In Fe­bru­ary 2017, I started to

feel a lit­tle funny and I re­alised my pe­riod was two days late. I took a preg­nancy test and text Dan, telling him to call me as

soon as he could. Within min­utes, he called me

in a panic. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked. ‘More than OK,’ I cried. ‘I’m preg­nant!’ Dan was over the moon. When De­clan got

back from school, we sat

him down and asked: ‘How would you feel about be­ing a big brother soon?’

A huge grin spread across his face, fol­lowed by tears. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked him. ‘I want the baby to be here right now,’ he sobbed. We laughed. De­clan was des­per­ate for a lit­tle brother to teach foot­ball to, watch Trans­form­ers films and play toy cars with.

He was even more thrilled when we found out the baby was a boy.

Dan and I spent hours flick­ing

through baby name books – but we couldn’t agree on one we liked. We de­cided to let De­clan choose what to call his lit­tle brother. It took him all of 30 sec­onds to pick the name ‘ Jack’. Luck­ily Dan and I both loved the name. Our lit­tle boy was due to ar­rive on the 7th of Oc­to­ber – but a scan con­firmed he was in the breech po­si­tion, so I had to be pen­cilled in for a C-sec­tion on the 4th of Oc­to­ber.

On the 23rd of Septem­ber, I got up and headed to Tesco at 9am to pick up sup­plies for my friend Tracy’s son’s 9th birth­day party.

While I was at hers, set­ting up and pre­par­ing food, I started to ex­pe­ri­ence a few twinges.

When they grew stronger, I phoned my sis­ter-in­law, Char­lotte, who had agreed to be my birthing part­ner, and drove home.

Char­lotte ar­rived to find me kneel­ing on all fours in agony.

‘I’m in labour!’ I panted, pan­ick­ing.

She told Dan to make his way from work to hospi­tal and bun­dled me into the car.

Char­lotte put her foot down to rush me to the Queen’s Med­i­cal Cen­tre, Not­ting­ham.

As we stopped at a traf­fic light, I felt my wa­ters break. ‘I’m not go­ing to make it!’ I cried. Char­lotte pulled over in the Co-op car park and I whipped down my trousers in the back of my car. Char­lotte fran­ti­cally called for an am­bu­lance, and with one push, my baby’s

legs, arms and body was out. ‘He’s com­ing!’ I screamed. Paramedics ar­rived min­utes later to help de­liver the baby’s head – as he was still in the breech po­si­tion.

Lit­tle Jack had ar­rived at 11.07am, weigh­ing 5lbs 12oz.

We were taken to hospi­tal – where Dan was wait­ing – to be checked over.

He was a healthy pink colour and made a squeak­ing noise like a goose.

Dan was gut­ted to have missed his son’s birth, but he was over the moon when he met him for the first time.

Four hours later and we were able to go home. De­clan is the per­fect big brother and wants to give him con­stant cud­dles and kisses.

Jack is a very con­tent baby, but I can al­ready tell he’s go­ing to be very cheeky like his big brother.

The Co-op sent a lovely ham­per and some vouch­ers to cel­e­brate Jack’s ar­rival, but it’s prob­a­bly not the kind of de­liv­ery they ex­pected in their car park!

We had no choice but to stop

Jack wasn’t will­ing to wait

De­clan chose his brother’s name

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from UK

© PressReader. All rights reserved.