Last night was something I will never overlook. Our baby girl was born in the bathroom of a Chick-fil-A. Here’s how it all occurred. My companion Maggie and I got in the car to skull to the sickbay. She was in labor, and we deliberate to drop our two daughters off with a friend who was meeting us at Chick-fil-A.
It was late, already after 10 p.m., and the eatery had just closed. As soon as we got there, Maggie said she wanted to use the bathroom right away. She was in pain and looked like the baby was coming soon. The doors were locked, so I knocked hard on the glass until someone came.
A staff member unlocked the entrance, and Maggie hurried inside to the restroom. While she went in, I quickly got our girls into our friend’s car and said goodbye. Then I ran inside to find Maggie. The manager looked worried and told me, “She’s in the lavatory and she’s loud.”
I went in and found Maggie in a small bathroom stall, straddling the toilet. I could see the top of our baby’s head. I turned to her and said, Darling, it looks like this baby is pending right now, right here.”
I shouted to the staff to call 911 and to bring any clean towels they had. Maggie ongoing pushing, and I helped deliver the baby. When the baby’s shoulders came out, I saw the cord was wrapped around her neck twice. I didn’t tell Maggie since I didn’t want her to fright.
I carefully undid the cord, and after two more pushes, our daughter was born. I caught her with my shirt and held her close. The baby was crying, and she looked healthy. The workers warmed up towels in the kitchen and kept bringing them in to help us keep her warm.
We were on the phone with the alternative team the whole time. Fifteen minutes later, the paramedics arrived. Everyone was okay our baby, Maggie, and me.
Right there in the bathroom, we ended up cutting the umbilical cord ourselves. It wasn’t how we planned, but it all worked out. Her birth certificate says “Instinctive in Chick-fil-A.” And I employed as the doctor. Pardon a night.
