The next act of God was the fact that the mom was stepping out of the hallway and about to get in the car. I yelled to her that I had training and could help. She paused long enough to look at me and told the dad to wait.
I came to the passenger side of the car and took the baby from the dad. I checked her airway and heard her barely squeaking air out. I turned her over, gave her a couple of back blows and checked again. She was breathing full breaths. Nothing came out of her mouth, so I have no idea why she was only squeaking air.
I leaned down to check her airway again, and the little munchkin tried to push my head away. I knew at that point she was at least breathing and had a good pulse. I picked her up and told the dad to park the car, while his wife used my cell to call 911.