This week I am honored to introduce you to Alexandra. She is a beautiful mama who reached out to me a few months ago. Her baby girl Valentina was born with Down Syndrome and unfortunately a lot of other health issues. Alexandra hasn’t been able to share her story completely yet, until now. I am so grateful that she trusted me to help bring Valentina’s story to you.
Not many understand what you feel. Everyone feels something different when they have to say good-bye to their baby. No parent should ever have to bury their child, but sometimes you just have to.
I was very much jealous of the new moms, having their baby’s around the time Valentina was born. It did not seem fair at all. They give birth, they have visitors at the hospital, they go home, they take tremendous amounts of pictures of their newborn. Social media made it worse; you begin to envy them. Then you have to learn how to turn away from it or look at it in a new perspective. I do not remember when I stopped being jealous of others, but it did happen without me even realizing it.
My first time being a mother, was being a mother to a sick child. I believed we both suffered, but I suffered more…because I had to witness what my daughter endured. A baby, a small baby, after one day of being old…has surgery. The next surgery happens forty-eight hours later, an emergency. surgery at that. I remember why that happened. Ugh. The third surgery follows a week after that. Only one week with no surgery, but of course there were obstacles. Your newborn has to be transported to the children’s intensive care from the NICU, because they find blood clots. A few days later…machine becomes faulty, causing your baby’s heart to stop and having to be revived. The scariest phone call at six in the morning ever. I forgot I was recovering from a caesarean. That week goes by, but the beauty of that week, was seeing my baby open her eyes again after so long. Understand she is incubated, and under heavy medication. Fourth EMERGENCY surgery, we were told the chances are very very very slim. I honestly believed that when the doctor left the operating room, she was going to come back with the worst possible news ever, but no! I got another day with my baby. Surgery five comes along to finish up surgery number four work. A few days after that reality sets in. I learned within a one week time span, my daughter being incubated, was her being on life support. If she were to be off it, her heart will slowly stop beating. She was living because of a machine, the machine was assisting her. She was strong through all that though. My daughter did fight very hard, but at the end I felt as if she were fighting for me and her father. Fighting for us to realize that she is meant to be with our God. Those five weeks we had her…her father and I kissed her, hugged her, held her, smelled her, washed her hair, combed her hair, read her books, played her music, told her stories, and always told her we love her. I hardly ever left her side and if I did, I felt guilty.
I had to find a new strength within myself that I never believed I had. In doing so, I felt the dedication and determination to still provide the best I could ever provide to my baby. Even though she was incubated, she had a G-tube in her stomach for her feeds. She was being supplied her nutrients and TPN, but there was an occasion or two she was able to have breastmilk. Those were one of many happy moments. I pumped everyday, up until the very last day I had with my sweet girl. In five weeks I was able to store 498 ounces of breastmilk, which I donated to Mother’s Milk Bank in MA. There were many times I wanted to give up, because i just knew she was not going to have my milk, but I could not find myself ultimately stopping. Pumping, was my hope that my baby will come home. I have endured the horrors of pumping. They promote the beauty of breastmilk, but not the hard work that comes along. Being a milking cow was not easy, but it was my hope.
Five weeks, thirty-seven days of happiness, sadness, and stress. Will I do it all over again? Yes, yes I would. I had my baby in my belly for thirty seven weeks. I saw my baby. I held my baby. I kissed my baby countless amount of times. I learned a lot in those five weeks. My daughter taught me her strength, and I had to be just as strong. I tried not to break down in front of the nurses or doctors, because I simply did not want to be bothered with a social workers. So much occurred in such a short amount of time, I honestly cannot believe I experienced it. I admired my husbands strength too. He was there day and night, and still working his full time job. I know he was exhausted, but he loved his little girl. I know he loved her more than me, he would not admit that of course. My husband and I married AFTER our daughter passed away. We felt we needed to be united as one, and be a strong family. We were told many times, many of those who are put in our situation, do not make it. My husband and I surround ourselves with love, and we made sure our sweet girl knew of it.
We both learned from the beginning we had to be strong and fight. We had to have faith. It is so hard to have faith when you cannot see it, but if you allow to fall back on God, faith will always be there. God never left our side; we may have here and there…but He never left our side. He guided us every single step of the way.
I mentioned my husband and I had learned from the beginning to be strong and fight, well that is because we learned while I was still pregnant at twenty-two weeks that our daughter had a heart condition (AV: atrioventricular canal) that required open heart surgery, we also learned that she had Down Syndrome, which is very common for these babies to have a heart defect. I honestly hated myself after. I only say this, because when I learned of the results, I became selfish. I prayed for the doctors medical report to be wrong, and that my baby was going to be healthy. I was scared while being pregnant. The society we live in is so scary, I did not want people to mistreat my girl. I automatically wanted to protect her. I thought me knowing of her having Down Syndrome was going to mentally prepare me, instead it taught me, even while being in denial, that I had to be strong. I had to enjoy my remaining weeks of pregnancy with my baby. I could not let the countless amount of appointments bring me down. It was almost taking a toll on me, that I took control and cancelled so many of them! Of course my OB had to explain the what if’s, but I knew she trusted my instincts.
Just know that we (family and friends who knew what was going on) prayed hard for our girl. Heart remained strong, her having Down Syndrome was not a problem, she was born with a completely different condition that is apparently also “common “ in Down Syndrome babies…imperforate anus…no anal opening. At first I thought it was funny; I tried to have a sense of humor during the difficult times. Her having this condition, caused the many surgeries. At first everything seemed okay, but something else was wrong.
My daughter became septic. When exactly? I do not know.
Her heart remained strong.
Down Syndrome what?
Imperforate anus what?
Hello sepsis…Good bye sepsis.
At the end of it all. There was a miracle. It was not what I wanted exactly, because I wish my baby was here on earth with me.
Her soul was too beautiful for this earth.
She belonged with God.
I felt her soul was no longer here on earth, when she took her last breath in her parents arms.
Yes, my husband and I decided that enough was enough.
My baby was tired, and she fought hard for me, her dad, and herself.
It was time that we all had some peace. It hurt for a very long time, and everything felt like a dream, and sometimes it still does.
What can I say? I am human, you think these things. You question our God, and then you feel guilty for questioning Him; well at least I did.
My God was by my side anyways. He knew what I was going to say or do.
He wrote both our stories.
My daughter’s story is beautifully written.
I will still cry here and there, like I said I am human.
I will always love her. I will always miss her.
I am currently pregnant with her little sister. I was scared at first, but I am also leaning to enjoy this pregnancy day by day.
That is another day for going into details about being pregnant after infancy loss.
Valentina Faith Mejia. My favorite girl.
I will always celebrate you.
I know your presence is around me always.
I love you.