On Sunday April 25th, I stood up from bed and had a really large gush of fluid. This is pretty typical for me; I’m constantly asking the OB to do a litmus test at each exam because I am so “leaky.” This time it
seemed larger than usual, and I immediately started feeling crampy, so I called the on call OB. She told me to come on in and get checked out. I was 39 weeks pregnant. 

We went to L&D, were hooked up to the monitors and got the litmus test.. I was not contracting, and Valentina was jumping around like her usual happy self. The litmus test showed it was NOT amniotic fluid… they looked under the microscope to be sure. And nope, not fluid. So we were sent home, disappointed and tired of all the false alarms. We got some lunch, took a nap, and I woke up and ate some ice cream. Valentina loved it, she was jumping all over the place as usual… she takes after fatty mom and dad. : )

I was getting really anxious and depressed, being in so much constant pain from SPD (had it since I was 24/25 weeks) and just ready to have the baby, so my husband suggested a little retail therapy to get my mind off of waiting to go into labor. We drove to the outlet malls but realized they were closed since it was Sunday. We drove back in to town and drove to a huge out of the way Target (the only major store open at 8:30pm)… I bought a new purse, a nursing tank, nail polish, lip stain… just trying to pamper myself a little bit. Grabbed a coke on the way out. Grabbed some pasta sauce and noodles for dinner.

When we got home, I settled on the couch to surf the internet while Adrian cooked. It was about this time that I realized that I hadn’t felt my usual jumpy baby jump in a while… maybe even a few hours… I immediately got nervous. I chugged the coke while Adrian finished up dinner… nothing. I quickly ate my pasta and laid on my side… nothing. I drank two glasses of ice water… nothing. At this point I was on the verge of tears. I asked my husband to get our fetal doppler (we rent one) and bring it. We spent 20 mins searching my belly and.. nothing. We have NEVER had a problem finding her heart rate, especially her being so big and full term now. In tears, I called the OB on call and she told us to come in immediately.

We got to L&D after a long silent car ride. We were admitted quickly and I was put in a gown. For the next thirty minutes, three different nurses took turns trying to find Valentina’s heart on the monitor. Nothing. They all looked a little shaken, but they were doing a great job of being very sweet and optimistic. They called the OB on call to come in and perform a sonogram.

They turned off all the lights so the doctor could see the screen very clearly. My heart was pounding out of my mouth, my husband was squeezing my hand SO tight. We waited, watching the OB push the wand all around my belly for about 20 minutes. My leg was kind of pressed against her side and suddenly I felt her body sort of “sigh”, like she released her tension. She then turned to me and said, “There is no good way to say this. But it appears that your baby’s heart is no longer beating. Your baby is no longer with us, she did not make it.”

I felt like I was in some kind of surreal nightmare. I wanted to ask her to check again- but we knew. I started crying and told my husband ”I am SO SORRY.”- he grabbed my shoulders and told me “this is NOT YOUR FAULT. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.” And we started bawling. We asked the doctor what was next. She said I would have to be induced and deliver the baby. I asked her if I could have a c-section but she said because it was safer for me to try and naturally deliver, she could not ethically let me. I would have to be induced and attempt a vaginal delivery. The doctor and nurses then left us to have some privacy.

We cried and cried and held each other and then we called our parents to tell them what happened. Made arrangements about who was coming when, etc. I really wanted our families there for support. Those phone calls were devastating. I also called two of my best friends- also devastating. They wailed. We all did.

About 2:15am on Monday, they started the induction. They inserted cytotec into my vagina and told me to get some sleep, that I might start cramping, but they would give me another dose about 6:15am. I was not hooked up to an IV yet, so Adrian and I pulled out the couch sofa and attempted to sleep together for about 4 hours, but we really only slept about 2. At 6:15 the nurse came in to give me my second dose. When I stood up from the bed, my water broke. Like the movies-it gushed out and wouldn’t stop coming. The water was brown tinged-the nurse told me there was meconium in the water, which is to be expected when the baby is lost in the womb. I cleaned up and got into
bed, but continued to gush for a few hours. I received my 2nd dose of cytotec ( I was probably 2cm at that point) and started to feel crampy. They got my IV going after oh, probably SIX TRIES. It was pretty awful. I was so swollen and bloated that it was hard to get to my veins. I believe this is when the pitocin was started too. I tried to sleep some more.

By about 8am I started waking up with strong, strong contractions, mostly in my back. Back labor. It was horrible. It made me feel like vomiting. The nurses told me that I was allowed to have any pain medication I wanted, as soon as I wanted, including the epidural. They said they didn’t want me to go through any more pain, and they wanted me to be as comfortable as possible. So around that time, I requested pain meds. They gave me fentanyl in my IV which took the edge off, but more importantly, made me sleepy and loopy, so I could pretty much immediately pass out for an hour. I’d wake up the 2nd hour with every contraction until it became unbearable and then it was time for another shot of fentanyl. As we got close to noon, (and I was 3cm) I realized I wanted the epidural. They prepped me and called the anesthesiologist. This did NOT hurt at all. Only the initial bee sting anesthetic. Once the medication started working, all of my pain vanished. It was incredible. I felt a million times better.

I spent the rest of the day basically laboring without pain (unless I would lean too much on one side and need to flip over a bit to even out the epi- it was slightly angled to the right). I progressed relatively quickly to 4cm and 90% effaced. The OB was checking me every two hours. They reassured me that once I hit 4-5, it usually started going pretty quickly. I spent the day chatting with our families, who had all arrived by then. Of course, they were distraught, but they also quickly began to attempt to distract us with their funny anecdotes and tales of how we were as kids. : ) It was really sweet and had me feeling loved. Emotionally, through most of this process, I was pretty even keeled. I just knew that the delivery was going to be incredibly difficult, physically and emotionally, and I just wanted to get through it and then break down later. My husband was incredibly upset all day, crying a great deal. I wanted to be strong for him too.

As the day went on, it started to become obvious that my progress was slowing. I eventually reached 6cm and just stopped. They kept increasing the pitocin, but basically my contractions all day were frequent (right on top of each other) but somewhat shallow and ineffective. Around 9pm, most of our families left for their hotels, but two of our best friends came in (one of mine, one of hubby’s). We decided to give it a few more hours of laboring and see where we were around 11:30 or so. I was checked, there was no progress and my cervix was starting to swell. At this point, the OB said that in her opinion, we should go ahead for the c-section. But it was up to me, we could keep laboring if we wanted to. She called my personal OB and she recommended the same thing.

So we decided to go ahead and get it done.. we called our parents and let them know- we told them to just stay in bed, that we would call after it was over. Our friends decided to stay until after the surgery was done. I was prepped for surgery and Adrian donned his “bunny suit”. I was really scared. I told him he needed to be extra strong for me in there and smile at me a lot. I could tell he was terrified but he was dancing around in his suit being silly for me. : )

I was wheeled in to the OR right at midnight, going into Tuesday April 27th. They changed out whatever meds were in my epidural for something stronger, and offered me a sedative so I could be a little calmer and fuzzier. They did mention it might make it hard for me to remember some things about delivering. This was fine with me. As soon as they started the new drip and began the process, I began shaking like a leaf. I was freezing cold and my arms had to be held down by my husband and the anesthesiologist. I also was very sleepy, but every time I started to fall asleep, I would hear the HR monitor change and it would freak me out and I’d wake quickly.

My husband was incredible.. he held my hand the whole time and talked about how we should go on a trip to New Orleans soon (our favorite place). He told me all about the wonderful things we would do there and how much fun it would be, all with crinkly eyes and a (mask-covered) smile.

Valentina was brought into the world at 12:24am on April 27th, weighing 7lbs 9 oz, 20 inches long. They cleaned her off, swaddled her and put a hat on her, and then brought her to Adrian, who brought her to me. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had the most beautiful soft creamy skin… all of my features- lips, chin, ears, eye shape- but she had a beautiful petite version of daddy’s nose. Exactly the ”perfect” features we had joked about hoping she had. She also had a full head of dark wavy hair. She was a beautiful perfect angel.

I spent the next couple of hours after they sewed me back up shaking and eating ice chips in the recovery room next door. Our best friends came in one by one to hug us, rub one of my shoulders (I had shooting pain in it from shaking so hard and uncontrollably from the spinal block) and say goodbye (it was 2am or so by then). We were eventually taken back to our labor room, where the nurses left us alone with our beautiful princess. I laid in bed and prayed to stop shaking so that I could hold her. Adrian brought her over to the side of the bed and I suddenly knew that if I held her, I would stop shaking, so I did. And I stopped. We held her for several hours, kissing all over her tiny beautiful face and telling her how much we love her. It felt so good to be with her. The nurses said we could have her as long as we liked, but we really just wanted a few hours of closure and then to sleep. We still ended up only sleeping from 6:30am-10am. Maybe.

I stayed in the hospital until Friday. During the end of the laboring and through delivery, I got an infection and ended up spiking a fever of 102, so I ended up on antibiotics for several days. But I honestly didn’t mind staying there, the nurses and OBs were so amazing. They were so sensitive to our situation and couldn’t have made the horrible circumstances go any easier. We spent the days resting and letting them take care of us. Our families were wonderful. We had a few friends drop by, but mostly we wanted to be with family. I finally started really letting myself stop acting like Superman on Thursday, I started letting the tears fall. I also started having some issues with sleep and mental things (mostly confusing reality with dreams), but the hospital was amazing, sending us every resource they had for every problem.

Sometimes I long for those days, the ones in which we were so well taken care of. The days when our pain was so stark and fresh that people handled us gently, tenderly, knowing our grief was so overwhelming that we could barely breathe. Nowadays, I smile. I laugh often. I love and I live my life. A stranger would never know my sorrow. But inside of me, a candle always burns for Valentina, a love so strong that it can never die nor be forgotten.