Sounds to me like you did a great job.
I went on the 2nd transport ever done in this area. Me and a 2nd year resident in the back of Cadillac ambulance--the old fashioned kind that was ~ the size of a station wagon. I had to sit on the floor of the thing to be next to the baby. The baby was a r/o sepsis that was just a little small; Dad rode back w/us. Never happen these days! Baby never turned a hair until we had to stop for gas--he didn't like that! The owner of the ambulance service drove. We left San Diego @~2am, drove to Brawley, took 1/2 hour to assess and pick up the baby, and were unloading the ambulance back in San Diego @ 6:30am. It's 180mi to Brawley. You do the math--how fast was that guy going??
Another transport to Brawley a couple years later was for a Bili baby, again, not that sick. I think there must have been a peds in town that would refer for a transport rather than get out of bed! By then, we'd graduated to a van. (I wasn't on that one) About 1/2 hr out of Brawley, the kid decides he's hungry--really hungry. That's right. No formula in the transport box.
The resident on that trip asks the driver to turn the lights out and pretty soon, the rest of the team hears loud and vigorous sucking. The resident was still lactating from having her own baby, and hearing the baby cry made her let down, so.....
Ah, the "good ol' days"!!!