So... How is everyone doing these days? Are you fab creatures keeping up with the latest fashion trends? I am sure you are. I've finally decided to write again. Reason? Well, I now have something to talk about, my new obsession: being a mother to an uber cool little girl that just just born on July 24th...
Before I tell you the story of my little angel, let me give you a quick summary of my life from the last time I wrote on this blog.
Remember I was planning my wedding in Cuba? Yeap, that never happened. I didn't really have a big wedding, but, I did get married and had lots lots lots of fun at my family home wedding in Miami; and, I did go to Cuba on a honeymoon/husband-needs-to-meet-the-family type of trip. Which, BTW, was super cool. My now husband enjoyed it a lot, had lots of mojitos (I coudn't because I was super pregnant) and got to meet his new family, a.k.a. my crazy cuban family (except my mom everyone else fits this description.)
Now, about the wedding dress... didn't buy it either. But, did wear white at my house wedding party. I wore a grey dress I had purchased at H&M for a new year's eve party a few years ago, but, never got to wear it because I went skying and was too tired to wear a dress that year. At my wedding celebration, I wore a white dress, also from H&M, that I had purchased for the honeymoon. Uff, thank God I wore it because by the time I got to the honeymoon I did not fit in it. So, when did I find out I was pregnant? In true Natacha fashion, the weekend after I got married. Yeap! Like one of my friends said, "OMG then you were pregnant when you got married?." Yes, I was. Thank God I didn't know it, because, that was the last time I was able to drink. And, boy, we drank a lot. My handsome husband doesn't even remember half of the party. This is how it all went down:
Thursday: we got married at the City Hall in NYC, groom wore an older than life but classic black suit and bride... well I just told you. We celebrated at a small neighborhood restaurant in the East Village with a bottle of wine, then headed to the Village Underground where a good friend got us a great table to watch the show, which is my favorite in NYC. Then, John Mayer showed up and sang many many songs from his new album that was not even released yet. So, didn't have a wedding in Cuba, but, got John Mayer to sing at my NYC wedding for free... pretty cool, right?
- Saturday: celebrated our wedding at my family home in Miami with food from Publix and lots of alcohol. Small, intimate but fantastic wedding celebration. Husband wore a light blue Italian jacket that I love love love and had to buy for him in Rome, uber cool jeans from Diesel and a blue shirt from the same Italian store (soooo Miami Vice meets Italian glamour) and the wife... again, I just told you.
- Sunday: husband said "I think you're late with your period" and I said "really?ok"
- Monday: husband woke me up with a test, I did two of them and ta taaaan, so prego was not even funny baby. And, that's how everything started.
At the beginning, I was always looking forward to my sonograms, because, I felt close to the baby. I liked seeing her developed month after month. Until about a little bit over 3 months when all of the sudden they tell me she has "something" in her feet. Something? What does something means? Something means anything to an expecting mom. Literally, anything. So, they tell us that they noticed something in her right feet, but, because the baby was too little and underdeveloped they were not sure if it was nothing or an extra finger ooor something else. We were asked to wait 20 days and go back for another ultrasound. Those have been the longest 20 days of my life.
Finally, they confirmed she had an extra finger in each feet, a hereditary condition called Polydactyly. I cried, I felt helpless and betrayed by God. I couldn't understand why this was happening to us. Specially, because we didn't know anyone in our families with Polydactyly. But, this was real. My precious little girl had two extra tows and there was nothing I could do but learn how to cope with it. It wasn't easy, but, I did it for her.
Everything happened a few days before we went to Cuba, where my uncle was expecting us to do more sonograms and I was happy about that. I was very distressed by the whole situation until he put things in simple words: Polydactyly is NOT a problem for a baby, it's something very simple to get rid of with a simple surgery; however, if you stress over it, you could do real damage to the baby's developing body and system, he said. Say no more! I stopped stressing over it and enjoyed my vacation with my family and husband.
Not only did I have a wonderful time, but, it also brought me back to a time when I had very little material things and lots of hope and dreams. That's another story, but, I love Havana. It's a magical city where dreams and reality interject. A tough city for sure, but, a wonderful one. Back in the US, I started making plans for my baby. The usual baby buys and since I am not working I decided to try making something special for her. And, so I made a blanket, then a dress, then a sleeping gown, and I found that my new addiction was very therapeutic. I had found something new that kept me focus on the positive side of things. And, I began feeling very happy about the whole thing. I've since added more creations to her closet, including an uber chic fitted cloth diaper that I made specially for her to wear during the first week when her umbilical stump is sensitive.
She was born with more than one extra finger and toe, many many more, but through this journey, I have discovered what loving someone really is. I'm stronger and healthier, not for me, but for my family. I'm determined to help her, protect her and make a strong individual out of her. Sometimes you want to give your life for your kids, but, that's not the solution. Instead, they come into this world to make you better individuals and give you strength to fight for them. And, you either take it or leave it. In my case, I took this challenge, and I am now ready for anything that comes with my fab polydactylitious baby girl. Oh, by the way, her name is Valeria Valentina Ginocchio and I plan to call her Valeria or V.V. and keep her full name reserved for times when I need to punish her... well, educate her. I wanted to share my story because I remember how horrible it felt when I first learn about this. I did lots of research and not much came up from real people. Hopefully, if you're in my situation, you'll feel that you're not alone and that there is light at the end of the tunnel. In the next few posts, I will share a few baby buys and lifestyle changes I've made as a consequence of this eye opening experience, including my decision to cloth diaper Valeria and the many fab cloth diapers I've gotten for her. I'm also planning to share my favorite outfits from my maternity and some other cute little fashionable things that come with being pregnant. Honestly, I've never felt sexier in my entire life. I'm actually a bit sad that my belly is gone. I kind of like my pregnant body. At least the belly can be justified. But I have a new accessory, my most precious accessory, one that money can not buy: my beautiful baby girl.