Pants birth in a parking garage

Lailah was heavily pregnant with her second baby, a boy. She was now overdue since her baby didn’t want to come out on 30th November.

On 10th December she decided to go out again. She put on a white shirt, a crème colored sweater, brown pants with some tights underneath, and black boots. Her brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders once she pulled them out of her orange scarf, afterwards she put on a black coat. She lifted her 2 years old baby girl and walked down to her car. The buggy was already inside of it, including everything she needed.

 

Once she and her daughter were in the car, she started driving to the Christmas market, one hour away. She was told that it was a very beautiful one. During the drive, she had some pretty bad cramps, which she labeled as Braxton Hicks. Once she arrived, she parked inside a parking lot and decided to walk to the market; it was only 10 minutes away from the parking lot. With her baby in the buggy, she still felt those annoying cramps running through her, but she knew everything would be fine.

It was 11 AM now when the 22 years old young woman started checking the booths. Her so-called Braxton Hicks Contractions were coming every 6 minutes, if she only knew that they were real contractions she wouldn’t be so careless, but after being in labor with her daughter for 3 days, she never expected this one would happen so fast.

 

After walking and shopping for 3 hours straight, Lailah decided to take a little lunch break in a café, to eat something, and to feed her daughter. As soon as she was done eating, she quickly went to the toilet, where a gush of fluids left her once she sat down. Grabbing her belly with both hands, she breathed for a minute, realizing what just happened.

“Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo… oh god… my water broke…hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo… okay, that’s fine… I still have plenty of time!”

Once she paid, she left the café and continued shopping. She stopped once in a while to breathe. She couldn’t ignore the fact anymore that she was in labor. The pressure on her cervix was insane, she could remember that feeling from her first birth, right before her little girl started to move through her cervix.

It was now 5 PM when Lailah needed to sit down to deal with the pressure and the pain. Lasting 1 minute now and coming every 3 minutes, the brown-haired woman was definitely in active labor, after a short labor of only 7 hours until now.

Lailah noticed that more people were visiting the market and wanted to hurry to see the rest of it. With a groan, she lifted herself from the bench and gasped as she felt something shifting inside her. She ignored it and started moving again.

 

 

 

An announcement was made!

• Attention dear visitors. At 7:30 PM we will turn all the lights off and start with our traditional firework. It will last around 30 minutes. Please take care of your bags during that time.

 

 

The laboring woman managed to go on until that time, only to disappear in a dark alley right before the lights could go out. She grabbed her big belly with both hands and started panting.

“Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo… oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

A 90 seconds long contraction followed by another one, runs through her. Her body was shaking and sweating but she couldn’t move now even if she wanted to.

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooooooo!!”

Through her agony, Lailah did neither notice the firework launching nor its ending, all she noticed was her crying daughter. She lifted her out of the buggy once she was capable to do it and began to calm her down while she leaned against the wall with the next contraction.

 

Once her baby girl had calmed down, she placed her back into her buggy and made her way through the crowd. The pressure drastically intensified. She tried to ignore it as the baby’s head slowly pushed through her now dilated cervix, the pain and pressure shifting downwards with it. The need to push was growing as she continued walking, trying to get back to her car.

This couldn’t be happening now. Not here!

 

After walking straight for 5 minutes, Lailah needed to stop, groaning loud while she leaned against a road sign. The baby was inching downwards, through her birth canal, stretching her wide. She spread her legs without really meaning to, her body locking up in her first real push. The brown-haired girl was panting as she forced her legs to move again. 5 contractions and 15 minutes later, she reached the parking garage, digging inside her purse for the ticket to pay. Thinking about the current situation for a minute, she knew she wouldn’t be able to go somewhere once she was inside her car, so why paying for it now?

Panting heavily, she leaned against the wall next to her, putting a hand on the top of her belly. She didn’t though she would be crowning yet, the baby’s head pressing down was changing the shape of her vagina, making it bulge out a bit. Luckily no one would see it, because of her knee-long sweater. Another contraction, another push. A burning feeling was joining the pain and the pressure between her lips. She groaned as her lips started to take the shape of a teardrop, the baby’s head pressing out into her panties.

“Oh god! Hold on, baby… Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo…”

Panting hard, she walked inside the garage and called for the elevator. The pressure grew once again and another contraction was approaching. She grabbed the bars in front of the elevator, spread her legs, squatted down a bit, and pushed. Her legs quivered as she felt her lips slowly stretching around the top of the big baby’s head. It was a very big baby. Once the elevator finally arrived, she waited until everyone was out, before she got inside, grabbing the sidebars and pushing hard again. The head stretched her wider as it slowly started to crown properly.

Not realizing that the door was open, she grunted and tried to move again but unfortunately, she was on the wrong deck. Her car was on the next deck. But as chance would have it, the elevator couldn’t go higher on that day because of some technical issues. Pushing the door open, she forced her legs to move as fast as they could, stopping and panting heavily with the next one while her body bore down, thinning her nether lips as the baby moves forward.

This was a perfect birth situation. It was 9 PM, she was in labor for 11 hours now and her baby started crowning into her panties.

The next contraction caught her off guard, causing her to trip against the wall. She took a deep breath and bore down, reaching underneath her sweater with one hand; she rubbed over the stretched fabric. With agonizing slowness the head inched forward into her panties, filling her hand and straining her clothes almost to their limits. It stopped at a full crown; her body was thrumming with pain, desperate to get the baby out. Once again she tried to walk to her car, it wasn’t that far anymore. Blowing like hell, she pushed the buggy up the ramp to get to the deck where her car was. Only a few steps more. She could already see her little blue car. Another contraction, another push, and once again, the baby inched forward.

Two contractions later, she finally reached her car, opened the car trunk, and put her bags inside. Her coat was tossed inside too and she rubbed over her huge belly where the baby was squirming and kicking inside.

The bulge inside her pants was massive, witnessing about the size of the baby. As the next contraction hit her, she bore down with a guttural yell. The head shifted slightly against her lips but still couldn’t seem to pass them. Lailah lifted her daughter out of the buggy, putting her into her seat before she tensed up in another push.

“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Her thighs shook as she worked against her own body, trying to push a too-big baby through a too-small opening. She circled her hips, the weight of the baby resting against different parts of her vagina as she moved.

And then, after hours of straining, Lailah shoved her hips forward and pushed with all her might, harder than ever before, until the head finally shot forward, making her pants bulging out even more than before.

“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggghhhhhhh! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The head was out!

Her blue eyes shot open and she panted in panic.

Frantically she tried to take off her pants, at least her brown sturdy pants needed to get off. Once she managed to open the pants and to move them a little, she climbed into the car and got onto her hand and knees on the passenger’s seat. While she still tried to get her pants off, her body started pushing again. She bit down onto her scarf to not make any noises and pulled hard on her brown pants.

Lailah managed to push her pants over her butt before she had to push again. The shoulders pushed hard against her vagina, bulging it out again. She forced the brown sturdy pants deeper followed by another big push. The baby was still held in place by her tights but they were pulled so tight around the big head of the baby that they slowly started to rip apart.

A loud grunt, another big push. She tried spreading her legs more, but they were locked in position, thanks to her pants. She reached down, trying to rip the tights apart but as soon as she touched it, she grunted loud and threw her head back, grabbing her belly. The movement of the baby was so intense, that her tights ripped apart on their own. It was coming, now. She panted in panic and pushed hard.

A lot of pushes and half an hour later she screamed into the scarf in her mouth. The shoulder was coming, but not one, both. Both shoulders were pushing right now through her vagina.

Lailah panted frantically, trying to grab something to hold onto, and screamed while her body pushed furiously. With one hand on her back and the other one on the headrest, she pushed hard, as hard as she could to get the baby out. A grunt left her mouth each time it moved forward. Her face turned red with each new push but she managed to move her baby. Once again she tossed her head back, pushed her hips forward, and screamed in agony. The shoulder slipped through her vagina and after a few more pushes, the baby slipped out, landing inside her pulled-down pants.

The brown-haired girl gasped for air before she lifted her baby up, cleaning it with her scarf, and held it in her arms.

She decided to call an ambulance, just to make sure everything was all right.

 

Lailah gave birth after 15 hours of labor. Her baby boy was around 12 pounds big and she would never forget this birth experience she never wished for.

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