My daughter’s incredible birth day

There have been many magical days in my life.
Today was one of them.
5 years ago around this time I was having coffee in Wakefield with my mother-in-law-to-be and her partner, my adopted-father-in-law.
I was pregnant, with a little girl whom we knew had a big problem: gastroschisis .
We knew she was alive and well, but until the birth there was no way of knowing whether she’d survive it, whether she’d be born with the impossibility to absorb milk, how long we would have to leave her in the hospital in intensive care after she was born 2 to 6 months, possibly even more. We were told that were she to be born “perfect”, without an opening, it meant she would die, as it meant that her closing stomach had cut off her protruding bowels.

I went to the Café Nero toilet on that sunny day in Wakefield, returned to a sunny couple and said: “I believe my water just broke”.

Immediately we called the hospital, they told me to come in, I believe my mother in law and I got on a train – she shared my laughter and my tranquillity and knowledge that all would be fine – and my adopted-father-in-law went to find my husband-to-be. He got home and asked for instructions from my boys and they didn’t know and they got lost… in front of my husband-to-be’s office. Was that magic? Was it providence? Who knows.

It took a long, long, time and finally a caesarean was decided. While we waited, long hours, my mother-in-law-to-be and my husband-to-be waited with me. She paced the room and looked at the heart charts, he tried to beat his SuperMario kart racing record.

It all went well, she was transferred immediately to the Intensive care, she was placed in a box with her bundle of intestines on top of her waiting for them to slowly go back inside her tummy until she could have an operation that would stick them all back inside close her tummy. She only stayed in the hospital for 1 incredible month, and incredibly she took milk quickly and hasn’t had a single problem since. My mother-in-law-to-be saw her in the box and held her minuscule hand.

That was the last time she would ever see her, but we’re forever grateful she was there, forever grateful to little Maggie for deciding to be born early, just in time to feel her grandma, as if she knew that would be her final chance.

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Ci sono stati molti giorni magici nella mia vita.
Questo è stato uno di quelli.
5 anni fa intorno a quest’ora ero a prendere un cappuccino in Wakefield con la mia futura suocera e il suo compagno, il mio suocero adottivo.
Ero in cinta, di una bambina che sapevamo avere un grosso problema: la gastroscisi
Sapevamo che era viva e che stava bene, ma fino alla nascita: da 2 a 6 mesi, o anche di più. Ci era stato detto che se fosse nata “perfetta”, e cioè senza il buco, avrebbe significato che sarebbe morta, perché voleva dire che il suo stomaco si era chiuso tagliando via gli intestini.

Quel giorno soleggiato sono andata in bagno al Café Nero, sono tornata da una coppia solare e dissi: “Credo che mi si siano rotte le acque”

Abbiamo immediatamente chiamato l’ospedale, mi dissero di andare subito, se non ricordo male la mia futura suocera ed io siamo salite sul treno – anche lei come me era tranquilla, rideva, e sapeva che sarebbe andato tutto bene – mentre il mio futuro suocero adottivo andava a cercare il mio futuro marito. Andò a casa per prendere indicazioni stradali dai due bambini e non erano certi e si perdettero… davanti all’ufficio del mio futuro marito. E’ stata magia? La Provvidenza? Chi lo sa.

Ci volle tanto, tanto tempo, e alla fine si decise per un cesareo. Mentre aspettavamo, quelle lunghe ore, la mia futura suocera e il mio futuro marito aspettarono con me. Lei passeggiava per la stanza e guardava il monitor del cuore, lui cercava di battere il suo record di Supermario kart.

Andò tutto bene, fu trasferita immediatamente al reparto cure intensive, fu messa in uno scatolone con il suo mucchietto di intestini sopra la pancia, per aspettare che scendessero nella pancia per qualche giorno prima dell’operazione che li avrebbe rimessi dentro tutti e chiuso lo stomaco. Stette in ospedale per un incredibile solo mese, e incredibilmente prese velocemente il latte e non ha avuto un singolo problema da allora. La mia futura suocera la visitò nella scatola e le tenne la sua minuscola manina.

Quella fu l’ultima volta che l’avrebbe vista, ma noi siamo per sempre grati che fosse lì, per sempre grati che la piccola Maggie avesse deciso di nascere presto, appena in tempo per la sua nonna, come se avesse saputo che sarebbe stata la sua ultima possibilità.

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10 thoughts on “My daughter’s incredible birth day

    1. Thank you. This was actually an old post that just reappeared as I was trying to fix my blog up a little, but I’m glad it did. A couple of birthdays later, it’s still special 🙂

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  1. Beautiful story Valentina & glad to hear your Daughter is doing so well. I have also dropped by to say thank you for including a link back to the Gastroschisis website, it goes a long way to helping others become aware.

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  2. Oggi ho pensato a cinque anni fa..non riuscivo a immaginare e non osavo chiedere..
    ora ho la visione di quel giorno grazie a te Vale..
    posso dirlo? sto’ piangendo…

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