We’ve always been three if you include Zeppelin but if we’re talking humans- two. We’ve always been two people going back and forth between Italy and Los Angeles. Our two homes. Two families. Two languages. Now we return with our sweet sweet oh so precious 4 month old baby boy. The pediatrician had cleared us after his two month shots but I still wasn’t ready. I was playing the role of a cow; breastfeeding and pumping every two seconds, he was still so small, he had horrible reflux (that lasted 9 months but needed no medication since he was gaining a lot of weight. FML.) and my family needed more time with him. I pulled out every excuse I had to stay in L.A. but when 4 months came around, he was cleared yet again and had his shots Michael was making arrangements to book the flight a week later! Back to the father land we go.
I will admit a lot of things, here it goes:
– I was terrified about flying to Italy with Zeyd. Absolutely terrified. Not that something would happen but because I had NO idea what I was getting myself into. The unknown is a deep dark place for me.
– I wasn’t ready to share him with everyone yet. I needed more time.
– His parents and Italians in general always try and have a say in EVERYTHING. It was one thing with me but it’s a whole other thing with MY baby. The baby I worked so hard to have… I was going back in a suit of armor ready to battle. (You guys, I don’t know what got into me… aye aye. but thankfully I prepared myself for it because I will tell you later, I battled a lot of shit.)
– My Italian has been lost somewhere in my brain under a whole year of speaking only in English. I couldn’t find it anywhere. How can I go back with a BABY and not speak Italian?! And there are so many new words I have to learn for my new position as mom! I’ve never even needed to know or use words like “bottle” “stroller” “oh no he’s not ill he just has reflux” “it’s called reflux, asshole” “diapers” “wipes” omg I was freaking out.
– Oh, and jet lag. I heard it’s the worst with a baby! Eek. So not looking forward to going straight back into work with a baby with jet lag who has to feed every 3-4 hours. I’m scared.
My sister, Samar, traveled back with us and stayed for 10 days to help us adjust. I’m forever thankful for her. We flew with 10 luggages, three adults, 1 four month old baby, our dog Zeppelin and my precious Medela breast pump- electric and hand.
The flight was amazing! Zeyd ate and slept like a real baby, finally! He woke up as soon as we were landing because I had to take him out of the bassinet. 10 hours of sleep swaddled, haha. People were looking at us like we were crazy swaddling him but he couldn’t sleep without it still. We were weaning him off with just his arms so he looked like a little glow worm. He was so happy, smiling at everyone from the moment he stepped onto the flight until we got off. It is the best time to travel with kids so small! The only thing that did suck was my milk… I had so much of it, I pumped before I went on the plane with the electric in the bathroom and made like 3 full bottles of milk. Then on the plane I had to use the hand pump and that was so painful and annoying. Other than that perfect flight! Second flight he passes out again- he loves sleeping on planes! I think it’s the sound, that loud noise that just puts him out.
Touchdown in Italy! My mother in law aka nonna comes to pick us up and the whole way back she is updating us on everything from politics to the latest gossip in Italy. We finally arrive to our new home! Our house that we saw a year ago, right before I got pregnant and couldn’t fly back to see it since I was high risk! I was so excited to see it!!! We had worked with an interior designer to flip the whole house, get all new furniture and make it our dream home in Italy. I remember she asked me if I wanted to make a nursery out of one rooms and I told her no! Because I couldn’t stay pregnant and a month later that changed. The nursery was done after Zeyd was born. I didn’t want any jinxing of any kind.
Next morning after zero sleep we were back in the factory to see everyone I hadn’t seen in a year! It was so strange entering with a baby!! To be honest I kind of felt embarrassed like now they know we have sex and I’m not a virgin. ugh. The horror and shame. Gross. Anyway, our big Happiness family passed Zeyd around and got us all together to give us some gifts with such sweet cards. I cried. I never cry, but I cried. Blame it on the hormones.
It was amazing. We were finally complete.
First day back I had designed a few things and had a meeting for a swimwear line we were introducing to Happiness and in between I was breastfeeding since my pump blew up from the difference in voltage! I was kind of screwed until I had to rent a Medela pump from the hospital. They don’t sell them in Italy only rent. A week later we were in Florence for Pitti and we were settling into work, into our new home, and into our new life in Italy with our baby boy. Here are some pictures of our travel back for the first time and the week we arrived. They are all pictures from my iPhone since I lost everything on my hard drive of the past year until September. (We don’t talk about it. Very sensitive subject for me.) Since then Zeyd has been back to Italy three times and has traveled to New York, Dominican Republic, Miami, Germany, Spain- twice, and London. Don’t let kids stop you, travel, see the world! They enjoy it just as much if not more! <3 E.