Woman Goes on Labor Mid-flight, Pilot Reroutes but Not to the Airport — Story of the Day

A pregnant woman went into labor while aboard a commercial airplane which forced the pilot to reroute the plane, but not to the airport.

Rose hated flying. She was a young woman who never had the opportunity to be on a plane for most of her life. Indeed she only started riding one when she started making visits from her town in Omaha to the city of Texas where her husband, Bill, worked as a miner.

The job brought in decent pay which was why he did it, but it separated them for a long long time. Bill was always gone all year long and he only got a break between Christmas and the New Year.

Rose went into labor on a plane during a flight back from visiting her husband | Source: Shutterstock

Rose went into labor on a plane during a flight back from visiting her husband | Source: Shutterstock

When she got tired of having to live without seeing her husband for long periods, she got Bill to agree to her making a monthly trip to see him.

Bill was initially not enthused about the idea, but in the end, the weekends he spent with her at the small apartment he stayed in were some of the best in their marriage.

It was one of those long romantic nights that brought about the pregnancy Rose now carried in her belly. Bill was aware of the child and could not wait to meet his youngster.

He had even promised to retire from mining and start a farm where they could grow crops to sell. Everyone knew farmers made a lot of profit in Omaha if they had the know-how, and Bill descended from a long line of farmers.

One day, Rose, heavy with child, was flying to Texas to see Bill even though he had asked her to remain in their Omaha home. Flying to him for their weekend getaways had become a habit and she could not stand not seeing him that weekend.

Rose got pregnant after several visits to Bill | Source: Pexels

Rose got pregnant after several visits to Bill | Source: Pexels

“You are nine months pregnant Rose,” he told her the last time they spoke.

“Oh, thank you for pointing that out, I had no idea my stomach started swelling nine months ago,” Rose replied drily.

“You shouldn’t be moving around so much now that you’re this close to giving birth but you want to make a whole journey? That’s absurd my dear.”

“I need to see you, be with you, I’ve missed you,” Rose cooed. She had let him convince her to remain at home for two months before she put her foot down.

“I know baby,” he said. “Hey, it’s September and I get to come home in December and never leave again, just be patient hon.”

Rose let him believe he had gotten through to her again but as soon as it was Friday, she got on a flight headed to Texas. She surprised him, and even though he claimed to be angered by it, they enjoyed their time together.

As soon as it was Friday, Rose got on a flight headed to Texas | Source: Pexels

As soon as it was Friday, Rose got on a flight headed to Texas | Source: Pexels

By Sunday evening, when Rose got on a plane bound for Omaha, she was glowing — she really did enjoy her husband’s refreshing company.

It wasn’t until the plane hit turbulence as it gained altitude that she was reminded how much she did not enjoy flying — it was nothing personal, she just preferred to have feet on solid ground where her fall to the ground, if it ever happened, would be a short distance.

Another rattle shook the plane and sent her overactive imagination into overdrive. She thought of everything from a hijacking to a plane crash and it got her stressed out. And it was as she mentally listed things that could go wrong that her water broke.

Caught up in her head, Rose wasn’t even aware that her water already broke. When she noticed the wetness, she turned red in the face, embarrassed thinking she could not control her bladder. It never occurred to her that her water had broken because it was not supposed to for another three weeks. Then the contractions began.

Rose got on a plane bound for Omaha by Sunday | Source: Pexels

Rose got on a plane bound for Omaha by Sunday | Source: Pexels

Rose started to scream, catching the attention of the flight attendant who rushed over to find out what was wrong. “I’m having a baby!!” Rose yelled.

The attendant quickly let the pilot know and he immediately connected with the nearest airport to request permission to land. Meanwhile, the flight attendant tried to calm Rose down by talking to her in between each contraction.

“Why are you traveling alone pregnant?” the kind-looking woman asked Rose.

“I was with my husband and I’m returning home,” Rose answered.

“He let you travel like this, how irresponsible!” the flight attendant exclaimed. “Okay, do you have family we can call? Besides your husband?”

“No, I’m an orphan,” Rose said. The flight attendant noticed that she had a temperature and was getting spent from enduring the contractions so she informed the pilot that the labor could get dangerous for Rose without a professional doctor to help.

The attendant informed the pilot and he immediately connected with the nearest airport to request permission to land | Source: Pexels

The attendant informed the pilot and he immediately connected with the nearest airport to request permission to land | Source: Pexels

A dispatcher informed the pilot, a man named Drew, that the nearest airport was not ready to receive their plane due to weather conditions.

Time was running out and in her feverish state, all Rose could manage was call out her husband’s name. That’s when Drew decided to turn the plane around to return to Texas.

“Keep her stable for thirty more minutes,” he told the attendant. Unfortunately, the weather in Texas was also terrible so their plane was denied access to land at the airport.

Luckily, Drew knew the area so he was aware of an abandoned airfield not far from the airport. The only problem was the runway was too short to land their large plane. Still, it was the closest town to where Rose could get medical help.

“Let’s land at the abandoned airstrip,” Drew told his co-pilot, a rookie who went by the name Stan.

“Sir with all due respect, landing there is against the rules,” Stan said.

“Sometimes to save a human being, you need to act according to your conscience, not the rules!” Drew replied.

Rose caught the attention of the flight attendant telling her she was having a baby.| Source: Pexels

Rose caught the attention of the flight attendant telling her she was having a baby.| Source: Pexels

He got the attendant to call Rose’s husband as they circled the abandoned airstrip getting ready to land. Drew knew every move had to be planned down to the last degree.

They circled once, twice, each time steadily getting closer to the ground. Meanwhile Rose was starting to lose consciousness because of her contractions.

The plane got closer to the ground and with a leap of faith, because there was no control tower to navigate their path, Drew took the plane down.

His co-pilot who was still a rookie was just one step away from panicking but he followed Drew’s lead and several tense minutes later, the aircraft touched the ground.

As they opened the hatch to get Rose out, an ambulance carrying EMTs and Rose’s husband sped through the clearing. It was followed by media vans and some civilians who feared there would be a crash and had come to help.

When the plane finally landed in the airfield, Bill and the ambulance crew were waiting | Source: Pexels

When the plane finally landed in the airfield, Bill and the ambulance crew were waiting | Source: Pexels

Bill carried his wife, pregnant as she was to the ambulance and they raced to the hospital. All the shocked man could do was pray that his wife, who did not look very good, would be alright.

At the hospital, the doctors got her a private room and a quick check of her vitals revealed that she was already too weak to push her baby out. It would have to be done via a C–section.

Bill was not allowed to remain in the room but after long moments of waiting, he was ushered in to see his new child and his recuperating wife. He could not believe how close he had gotten to losing them.

He quit his job that day so that when they returned to Omaha, it was to stay. Bill found out the name of the thoughtful pilot who took the risks to get his wife help and named their child after him. Rose was all in favour.

Still, she did not get on another airplane for years.

Rose was too weak to push in the hospital, so they did a C-section on her and their child was born | Source: Pexels

Rose was too weak to push in the hospital, so they did a C-section on her and their child was born | Source: Pexels

What did we learn from this story?

  • Human life is very precious. Drew was right when he decided to land the plane at the abandoned airstrip so as to save not just Rose’s life but the baby’s as well. That’s because human life is very precious and should be guarded well.
  • Overthinking is not your friend. Rose may have made the flight back to Omaha easily had she not started to overthink things because the plane shook from turbulence. However, once she got herself worked up enough, her body went into hyperdrive, and her water broke. It only goes to show that most times, overthinking does not help.

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3 Stories of Children’s Secrets That Transformed Their Families Forever

Family secrets often hide beneath the surface, shaping relationships in unexpected ways. Unraveling these mysteries can lead to profound revelations and emotional journeys. In this collection, we explore three compelling stories where hidden truths come to light, forever altering the lives of those involved.

From a newfound friend that changes River’s routine at school to a pair of blue shoes Paige notices in the background of her husband’s photo, and a secret box Emma discovered in her father’s drawer, these tales highlight the enduring power of love, the sting of betrayal, and the unbreakable ties that bind families together.

My 4-Year-Old Daughter Started Drawing Dark Pictures after Accidentally Discovering Her Dad’s Secret
When her daughter exhibits unusual behavior, Jennifer questions everything. Eventually, Emma tells her the truth — that she found a box of her father’s secrets.

My daughter, Emma, has always been the rainbow child, wearing the brightest colors and drawing unicorns and butterflies.

But recently, there has been a change in her behavior. She’s been withdrawn, hasn’t been eating properly, and always wants to sit outside.

At first, I didn’t think much about it because Emma constantly goes through phases. But then, her teacher, Mrs Silverton, called me in for a parent-teacher meeting. She was just in kindergarten, but the school prided itself on checking in with parents.

“I didn’t want to alarm you, Jennifer, but there’s something concerning going on with Emma.”

She pulled out a yellow file and showed me a series of drawings by Emma — all dark and shadowy, menacing even.

I drove home from the school in silence. I knew that something was different with Emma, but I didn’t think it was that bad.

Later, while I made noodles for our dinner, I decided to talk to Emma about it.

“Sweetheart,” I said. “I went in to see Mrs Silverton today.”

“Really? Why?” she asked curiously.

“She spoke about the new drawings you’ve been doing and how different they are from the usual ones.”

She looked at her bowl of noodles, twirling her fork through it — her response was silence.

Finally, she spilled the beans.

“I found Daddy’s secret,” she said quietly.

“What secret, honey?” I asked her.

“Come, I’ll show you, Momma,” she said, jumping up from the table.

William, my husband, lives with Emma and me only part-time because of his job. Sometimes, he must work away from home, and traveling always gets to him. So, he decided to rent an apartment for when he worked away.

When Emma led me to William’s home office, I wondered what my daughter had discovered.

I watched as she went to William’s desk and opened the top drawer, taking out an old box.

“I saw this when I came looking for crayons,” she said.

Emma gave me the box before bolting to her room.

The moment I glimpsed inside, my entire world crumbled.

Inside were photos — images of William hugging another woman and a set of three beautiful children, aged between two and seven years old.

My emotions somersaulted from shock to betrayal to raw heartbreak.

Beneath the photos was a little notebook with numbers scribbled in them. It seemed like a replica of my notebook in my handbag with all the emergency numbers ready.

I knew that I needed to confront William but I didn’t know how to deal with the entirety of the situation. I just knew that Emma needed some stability. It was affecting her already.

I returned everything to the box and stored it on the desk.

As I left the room, I found Emma standing in the hallway, her eyes wide with worry and confusion.

“Let’s get you to bed,” I said. “I promise you, everything is going to be just fine.”

I dropped Emma off at school and then went back home. I took another look at the small book and called Mia, the woman in the photographs. I pretended to be their son’s teacher.

As betrayed as I felt, everything was seamless, thanks to William’s little notebook.

“Hang on,” Mia told me. “Speak to husband, William.”

I heard William’s voice on the phone, confirming my worst fears. I hung up immediately.

As the hours dragged on and the time to pick Emma up edged closer, I needed to do something. I needed some answers before I looked at Emma’s precious little face.

I picked up the phone again, called Mia, and told her everything.

She was just as shocked as I was and revealed that she didn’t know about Emma and me.

Next, I called my lawyer — I needed to end my marriage to William. Emma deserved better. Mia deserved better, and so did her children. I deserved better, too.

A few weeks passed, and Mia came over — we sat and spoke for hours and uncovered the truth — William had just used the both of us, keeping our families in different towns to keep us from finding out about each other.

My lawyer took over for Mia and me, ensuring we would get justice. We also wanted the four kids to get to know each other as siblings — because the children were siblings regardless of what was happening.

Ultimately, we united against a man who manipulated our lives, unveiling a story more convoluted than any soap opera plot.

Our lawyer ensured that we got alimony from William — although we could never figure out how William had managed to marry both of us — and kept the lie going for so many years.

I’ve also gotten Emma into therapy to ensure that my daughter was healing from this traumatic experience. But if I’m being honest, I think the best therapy was Emma getting to know her half-siblings.

My Daughter Kept Taking an Extremely Heavy Backpack to School – I Realized Why When I Finally Met Her Bus Driver
Life as a single mom in the suburbs is a tightrope walk between joy, coffee, and juggling acts. I’m Juliet, a financial advisor, striving to build a career robust enough to secure a bright future for my nine-year-old daughter, River.

Since my husband deserted us and fled to a new state when River was only a toddler, the brunt of parenting fell solely on my shoulders. “At least this way,” my mother said, feeding River, “you don’t have to worry about your daughter learning Richard’s lying and cheating ways. She’s all yours, and you can mold her in the way you want.”

A few weeks ago, we were sitting down to dinner together, and River began telling me all about the latest news at school. She went into a whole explanation of after-school clubs and felt that she should join.

“Okay,” I said, pleased by her growing interest in school activities. “What are you thinking about? Drama? Art?”

River sat and thought about it for a minute, picking at her broccoli.

“I think Art club,” she said.

“We’ll go out and buy art supplies tomorrow,” I promised.

“I’m so excited about this!” River gushed.

I couldn’t mask my relief that River would have something constructive to occupy her time while I was still at work.

One morning, River, brimming with newfound responsibility, declared that she wanted to pack her own lunches to foster her independence. I was standing at the counter sorting out River’s breakfast of cereal and juice while starting her lunch for the day.

“Mom, I think I should start packing my own lunches,” she stated firmly, watching me add her things to her sandwich.

“That’s a great idea, River. I’m so proud of you for taking this step,” I said, encouraging her self-reliance. “But you’ll have to ask me for help when it comes to knife things.”

Our routine continued like clockwork. We had breakfast together, and I walked River to the front of our yard, where the yellow school bus picked her up.

But a few days ago, something changed.

As we got to the bench my father had installed in our yard, I asked River to put her backpack down so I could help her into her jacket.

Moments later, as I pulled the jacket closed, a slight wince escaped her when I tapped her back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked immediately.

River shrugged her shoulders and dismissed it as the weight of her schoolbooks causing discomfort, but the mother in me stirred with worry.

“Are you sure you’re okay? That seemed like it hurt,” I probed, concern lacing my tone.

“It’s just the books, Mom,” my nine-year-old said. “They’ve been really heavy this week,” she brushed off, avoiding my gaze.

“Do you want me to take you to school, then?” I asked her as I checked my watch for the time.

“No, thank you,” River said, as the bus honked around the corner.

Driven by concern and curiosity, I got to my office and called the school.

“No, Juliet,” the secretary said. “We don’t allow the kids to take textbooks home because of how heavy they are. So, they use them at school only.”

Then what was River taking to school?

I decided to leave work early. I wanted to pick River up and talk with her about whatever was going on.

River was a responsible child, and I knew that she wouldn’t be doing anything wrong. But if she was hurting herself in some way, I needed to understand why and what was going on with her.

I parked next to a school bus and waited to see River run out. I followed her to the school bus that did our route and caught a snippet of conversation between River and the bus driver.

“Did she like everything?” River asked the driver.

“She loved it!” the driver said. “Are you sure that it’s okay that you’re bringing things for my Rebecca?”

“Yes,” River said. “As long as Rebecca is happy.”

Who is Rebecca? I wondered to myself.

“River!” I called as other students started to get on the bus.

“Mom!” she exclaimed when she saw me. “What are you doing here?”

“I left work early,” I told her, ready to take the immovable boulder that had been her backpack on her shoulders, which was now suddenly light as air.

“Honey, where are all your things?” I asked.

River hesitated as we walked to the car.

“I’ll tell you at home,” she said.

Taking her hands in mine, I knelt to her level.

“Tell me what’s going on. You can tell me anything, River. And you can trust me,” I encouraged her, trying to soothe her distress.

Through tears, River told me everything.

The new bus driver with whom she had made fast friends had a daughter who was battling leukemia.

“I saw her photo next to the steering wheel, Mom,” River said. “Mr. Williams makes me sit on the seat behind him because I’m so small. So when I saw the photo, I asked him who the girl was.”

I sat back and let River continue. She needed to let the story out—and feel seen and heard.

“Mr. Williams said that Rebecca is only two years younger than me, and that she hasn’t been in school at all. Because she’s stuck in the hospital.”

I nodded.

“So, when we got the art supplies for school, I took two of everything so that I could make a pack for Rebecca, too. And even the clothes, because she said that the hospital is so cold.”

“You’ve spoken to Rebecca?” I asked.

“Yes,” River said, tears streaming down her face again. “Mr. Williams has been taking me. I don’t go to any after-school clubs.”

River sucked in her breath and held it until I spoke.

“Oh, baby,” I said. “You should have told me.”

I was torn between admiration and fear for her safety. We agreed to meet Mr. Williams at the hospital later in the evening. And upon meeting him, his sincerity and gratitude washed away my fears.

“Thank you for allowing and supporting River in this,” Mr. Williams thanked me, assuming that I had been aware of River’s actions.

“Your daughter is wonderful, Juliet,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said. “I would love to do more.”

Mr. Williams smiled at me and led us down a hallway to Rebecca’s room. The rest of the day was spent in laughter and shared stories as River and Rebecca played in the hospital room, their joy echoing off the walls.

Watching them, I realized that my daughter had taught me a valuable lesson in compassion, one that I would cherish and nurture as she continued to grow.

I Overheard My Husband Asking Our 4-Year-Old Son Not to Tell Me What He Saw – Days Later, I Uncovered the Shocking Truth Myself
Paige loves her career, even if it means being away from home a lot. However, when she returns from a business trip, she overhears a cryptic conversation between her husband and her four-year-old son. Little does she know — the thread of her marriage is about to unravel.

When I think about the foundations of my life, there were three that always stood out: my husband, Victor, my son, Mason, and my career. Despite the storms that Victor and I weathered together, including four heart-wrenching miscarriages, we emerged stronger than before the storm.

But then, a pregnancy test came back positive. And three months later, our baby was still thriving in my womb.

So, when Mason came into our lives, it felt like our shattered dreams had finally pieced themselves back together. Mason became the one thing that we focused on unconditionally. Whenever our son needed us, we dropped everything.

“I don’t want a babysitter or a nanny taking care of our son,” Victor said one day when he was cooking us dinner.

“If you can handle the days, then the evening shifts are all mine,” I compromised.

But little did I know, it was during my absence that the fabric of our family began to unravel.

The day that changed everything was like any other. I took a cab from the airport and eagerly awaited to see my husband and son.

When I walked in, the house was oddly quiet, with shuffling upstairs.

Victor’s voice was hushed but urgent — the same urgency that Mason associated with bad behavior and bedtime.

“Buddy, you’ve got to promise me one thing, okay?” Victor said.

“Okay,” Mason muttered innocently. “What is it?”

“You’ve got to promise me that you won’t tell Mom what you saw.”

“But I don’t like secrets,” Mason said. “Why can’t I tell Mommy?”

“It’s not a secret, Mason,” he said. “But if we tell Mommy, it’s going to make her sad. Do you want Mommy to be sad, buddy?”

“No, I don’t,” he said.

I walked into Mason’s room and found Victor sitting on his bed, while our son sat on the floor surrounded by his toys.

“What’s going on?” I asked, Mason leaping into my arms.

“Nothing, honey,” Victor said, winking. “Just a boys’ chat. Welcome home.”

The week-long business trip that followed was torture. I loved my job, and I loved working on the new campaign we were running. But I hated being away from Mason for so long. Victor’s daily photos of Mason were my only solace until one of the photos brought about more questions than answers.

Victor had sent a series of photos to me — in each of them, my son was playing with a new toy. But in one of the photos, there was a pair of blue shoes in the background. They were not mine. And yet, there they were, in my living room.

I knew that the moment I entered my home, everything was going to change. Either, my husband would confess that there was someone else in his life — or that there was a nanny looking after our son.

A nanny with expensive shoes, I thought.

walked into my son’s room first. He was just waking up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Hi, baby,” I said, kissing his head. “Dad’s not downstairs?”

Mason looked at me for a moment too long.

“Mommy, don’t go in there. You’ll be sad,” he warned, his words echoing the secret pact I had overheard.

Fueled by a mix of dread and anger, I approached my bedroom. The muffled sounds from inside were enough confirmation. I braced myself and opened the door.

Victor swore.

The woman untangled herself from my husband and my bedding.

“Paige!” he exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “It’s not what you think!”

I laughed.

“Do I look that stupid?” I asked him before I felt the tears well in my eyes.

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The woman picked up her clothes and locked herself in our bathroom.

I felt sick to my stomach.

How many women had there been?

How much had Mason seen?

In the aftermath, as I recounted the ordeal to my family, their embrace was a sliver of comfort. My parents encouraged me to get Victor to move out.

“Let him leave,” my father said. “You and Mason need to stay comfortable.”

In the end, Victor moved his things out. But he still denied the affair — apparently I didn’t know what I had seen.

At least he didn’t contest the divorce.

“He’s trying to save whatever dignity he has left,” my mother said on the phone.

Reflecting on the secret conversation that had set everything in motion, I realized that the signs were always there. I had chosen to see only the best in Victor — constantly ignoring the whispers of doubt.

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