A letter to my 4 month old baby girl, born in this Pandemic.
By: Karina Leblanc
Tags: Birth, Pregnancy, Baby, Mixed Race, Covid Stories

I often wondered if some people valued me less because of the colour of my skin. I hope your reality will be different.

Paris. City of Lights. City of love.

City where you were conceived.

Paris is the name we have chosen for you, our beloved daughter. A name that invokes great things for you and your future.

Before telling you this story, I want you to know that even though you are still a little girl, you already impress us with your calmness and your ability to adapt, no matter the circumstances. Since you were born 16 weeks ago, you have gone through a pandemic, separation from me, and now you live in the midst of a worldwide revolt against racism that still rages in 2020. You are too young to understand what is happening in this moment, but with this letter, I hope that you will one day see that it is with love and mutual respect that we can change the world, not with hatred or ignorance.

You were born into chaos after a difficult pregnancy and a painful birth. The world we knew a year ago no longer exists. COVID-19 changed our lives. It even separated me from you for more than two weeks, my worst nightmare. I don’t think I will ever be able to fully explain what those two weeks were like for me, but it changed my perspective on things. You added to the reason why I want to be alive and do things on this earth. You became my WHY. I remember one thing John Herdman, our coach, said to me after we won bronze at the London 2012 Olympics.

“If you think your purpose on this earth is to kick a soccer ball for Canada, then I have failed you.”

At the time, I had been the goalkeeper for the Canadian team for 14 years. I looked at him, puzzled. “Playing soccer for our country is my life’s goal, my reason for being. What do you mean?” What he said next challenged me.

“You are here to do more. Your purpose is bigger than this game, and you have to find your purpose and truly live it.”

From that moment on, I realized that I wanted to be involved in paving the way for women beyond soccer.

Before you, Paris, I saw myself changing the world. I am a ambassador and speaker for UNICEF. I have participated in United Nations events. I am proud to be an honorary captain in our Canadian navy. I love my job as Head of Women’s Football for Concacaf.

I have tried to contribute in my own special way. But now that I have you, my WHY has a deeper and more personal meaning. I want to help make the world a better place, for you.

“Jason! Jason! I … can’t … can’t … brea ….breathe! “

You were only six days old. I woke in the middle of the night, panicked. My gasping woke your dad. I could hardly breathe. Jason said “OK. Sit up. Try to Calm down.” We tried to figure out what was going on. Since we returned home after giving birth, I was worried because I did not feel well. Short of breath. Out of breath. My hands and legs were swollen. People said: “Oh, that’s normal, you just gave birth. “

But when you are an athlete, you really know your body. I had been a goalkeeper for the Canadian soccer team through two Olympic Games, and five World Cups. I knew my body well enough to know something was wrong. I was worried.

I remembered reading an article about Serena Williams and her delivery. She literally saved her own life by listening to the signals her body was sending. Her story reminded me of my own. Swelling caused by blood clots.

We called our doctor who said she would have a specialist contact me. I didn’t want to return to the hospital, because since giving birth, things had gotten very bad with cases of COVID 19 hitting the Bahamas. The entire country was on lockdown. You needed an official letter for permission to be on the street. As soon as I could describe my symptoms to the specialist, he very calmly said, “Karina, I strongly recommend that you get to the hospital as soon as possible. Get in the car, now.” I froze. I went from a state of “OK, I think something is wrong”, to total panic.

I was still in respiratory distress and managing the emotions brought on by hormones after birth. My brain raced: “Is this the end? Has my time come?”

The journey to the hospital took 25 minutes. We drove at full speed through deserted streets. It was like a movie. I was sitting next to you in the back of the car and you were holding my finger very tightly in your little hand. Such a precious gesture. I was crying, tears streaming down my face. The more I cried, the more I ran out of breath. It was terrifying. Dad said comforting things to me while he drove. I couldn’t calm down. I wondered if I was going to get to see you grow up, or if I was going to die.

I am a very spiritual person, so I called our pastor. I needed him to pray for us and to calm us down, which worked. When I got to the hospital, COVID -19 measures allowed only the patient to enter. I looked back at you in dad’s arms in the parking lot … suddenly I felt terribly alone.

They gave me a CT scan. Entering that big donut-shaped machine only increased my anxiety. I started to have dark thoughts: “This could be it. This is what my last breath would feel like”. The specialists said “Ma’am we’re going to do this exam as fast as possible. But you absolutely must be still and endure it. “

The diagnosis came quickly after the test: I had fluid on my lungs. Basically, my body hadn’t registered that I had already given birth, so my heart continued to pump blood for both of us. My blood pressure was through the roof. They call this “pleural effusion caused by heart failure”. It was terrifying.

For four hours, you waited for me in the car. You did not cry once. Your dad said it was thanks to you that he managed to keep his cool.

Then I was told that I had to stay under observation for a few days. With COVID-19, that meant no visitors.

During my three days in the hospital, I pumped your milk. To protect you and dad from exposure to the virus, our neighbors Stacy and Dwight picked up your milk and brought it back to dad so you could be fed. They truly were angels on earth!

The Doctors told me I could go home the next day. I was going to see my family and get you back in my arms. It felt like Christmas eve! I woke up with a happy heart. Moments later, the doctor called.

“I have good news and bad news. The good news is I’m going to make sure you get to leave because with your current health issues, you are at high risk if you contract COVID-19. The bad news is, I have to recommend that you quarantine alone for 14 days because there have been COVID cases from the E-R. “ I learned later that one of the people who contracted the disease in that room was a doctor. He died a few days later. My prayers go out to his family.

It all seemed unreal. I felt so sad and confused. It was no longer Christmas in my head. I facetimed Jason. “You can’t come get me. I can’t be around you two for 14 days” It was both heartbreaking and touching. He had put you in a pretty dress to come get me. Again, Stacy and Dwight came to the rescue. They arrived immediately, putting their lives in danger once again. I will be forever grateful for what they have done for us. During the trip home, I tried to stay strong, pretending that I was ok.

My emotions got the best of me when I got home. You and daddy were waiting in the yard. He was wearing a mask and gloves, and he had you covered to protect you. I had to walk alone to the back of the house, to the room where I was going to spend the next two weeks alone, without you. At that moment, I heard you cry, and I burst into tears. It was hard because I had to try to keep my blood pressure low or else I would return to the ER. I couldn’t even let go, I had to control my emotions. And I had this fear of having caught COVID-19.

I had just given birth and I was afraid of dying. I don’t wish that on anyone.

The 14 days were endless.

I cried a lot, even though I shouldn’t have. In a moment of distress, I called for help in a video. I asked people to pray for us. I needed to feel surrounded by support, like when I was on a team. I was used to facing pitfalls alongside my teammates.

The next day your dad knocked on my door and said, “Don’t go on your social media. It may be bad for your blood pressure. It’s crazy. Your video has been viewed by more than 140,000 people in less than 24 hours.