La Dolce Vita

La Dolce Vita

Monday, June 11, 2018

A 5 Year Old, and 6 Month Old

So here we are, counting our blessings and inching ourselves daily. So grateful for our sweet and  sensitive 5 year old boy, and chubby cheeky 6 month girl (actually 7 months as of yesterday).
Whew has time gone? don't ask me that, but we have our hands and heart full.
Mila has slowly been going onto solids, don't get me wrong, she is still obsessed with the boob, and not in any shape or form ready to be weaned. She also has a slight obsession with the woman who has the boobs. Luca was a fairly easy going boy, Mila on the other hand will not let me out of her sight, even if I'm right by her, and someone else has her (including her Papa') she goes into hysterics. It makes my daily life and tasks, well... different than usual lets just say... Its only been the last couple of weeks she has been getting better with that. she can go about 10 minutes now without seeing me. Progress, right?
She laughs at Luca, claps for her Papa' and smiles her gummy smile (still no sign of teeth) she is a very serious baby though. you have to work hard for her smile if she doesn't know you, and she will study the hell out of just about any situation she sees. It doesn't mean she's mad, or a grump (even though one of her nicknames is grumpy face) it just means she's... dubious. She loves the outside, or being away from home. unlike her brother...
Luca on the other hand as matured SO incredibly much and become such a BIG boy it makes my mamma heart ache. He is such a sweet boy, but needs so much coaxing and guidance for him to try new things and step out of his comfort zone, and I have seen him, so self willingly do so the last month, and I am beyond proud of his achievements and his dedication on becoming less hesitance and putting himself out there. I can see the determination in his eyes, which makes me want to just hug him, and hold him tight (he would absolutely hate that though... he prefers quick kisses over long hugs...) The last month, he totally by himself, learned how to ride a bike without training wheels and put his head under water without flipping the shiit out. He has also "graduated" pre-k and will be a kindergartener in the fall!
His love for his sister has also not changed. All he wants to do is smother her with kisses, and make her laugh. Mila for the most part loves the attention. sometimes the kisses get too much fro her though.
In a month the kids and I will be leaving for the States and will be there till November. Marco will be coming id October and return with us.
We are excited, yes, but I am full of all the emotions, being away from Marco for over 3 months, and is so much easier said than done. Yes he will be busy working abroad, but not having him there for our kids milestones, and not being able to talk when I want (or call him to tel him about Mila's constipation) will be something I have to get used to. Going home to see my family and friends is so needed though.
See you all Stateside and send positive vibes for all mammas (or for that matter Dads too! or grandparents...traveling alone with kids!)
xo



watching the washing machine together...is one of life's delights





fort life



swiss family

cousins




he's probably holding a snail... or a bug







before bedtime uno sash

Miles first time on a bike

first of many beach trips

all the time all the places


passed out at a restaurant

passed out baby and a boy and his snails

condo life with neighbours 



Gam visits Venice






my heart hurts fir the love I have for these two

and suddenly she looks so stinking BIG




serious business 

more serious business

and more serious business

luca giving out his birthday cupcakes at school

one who hand

Friday, March 30, 2018

Mila Skye (A birth Story)

Our baby girl made her appearance at 3:24 on November 10th 2017.
This will be my second time writing this post, because like an idiot, I got distracted and forgot to save it... therefore... round two here we go!
The day before Mila was born, Luca had a St. Martins day celebration at his school, where we all attended, ate chestnuts and drank hot chocolate. I was feeling great. very pregnant, but great.
My mom had arrived the day before, so I had this feeling that it was time for Mila to come. She waited till her Gam came, and she also let Gam have a day to get over jot lag. Luca came 8 days late, but I felt this time around would be different.
That night, after showers dinner and good night stories I took a nice delicious shot of castor oil. It tastes sort of like a tasteless phlegm. wonderful.
I told my mom and Marco that Mila we coming. I knew something was going to happen. I already had everything lined up. Hospital bag was already in the car (which it had been for the last month:) house was cleaned (sort of) my hair was washed (who gives a sh*t) and i was so not mentally prepared.
Just like clockwork I woke up around 11:45 to pee. But something was off. I felt like I had already peed my paints. WTF.
No my water had broke. Put on 5 pads, woke up Marco and he was out of bed and dressed in literally 5 seconds. I told my mom who was sleeping in Lucas room, and off we went. We arrived at the hospital at midnight. At this point I had no contractions. When we got settles in my room, I started to feel very painless irregular cramps. Nothing to complain about, but it was reassuring though that things were progressing. Its now around 2 am, my awesome really tall nurse Sara was with me and she said that maybe I should take a 45 minute shower to speed things up.
and Man did things speed up, by the time I got out of the shower I was red as a tomato wrinkled as a raisin and in agonising pain. Contractions were about every 2 minutes, and they were killing me I have never screamed so much in my life.
I had no drugs, no epidural, and I was flipping the F*#k out. If baby girl didn't come soon, I was going to loose it. More than I already was. If that was possible.
Tan Marco was white as  chalk. He had never witnessed possessed Sarah. I hadn't either. The only calm person in the room was awesome chill Sara.
Its now 3ish am. Sara told me by my next contraction I would feel the urge to push. Sure enough 3 pushes later our Mila Skye entered this work fully in her amniotic sack. My water had broke on top so she was still in the the water. I didn't really get to witness it because Sara cut it open as soon as Mila came out because she apparently needed to breathe, poor thing!
Babies born in the sack are very rare, I never even knew that could happen. Mila is a lucky one. Sara said she had never seen it before, granted she was younger than me and I was probably her practice patient. All jokes aside though, she was THE BEST, seriously amazing.
Mila was all chub and so scrumptious. Round as a ball and more than 3.5 kilos.
Marco and I fell in love, double chin and all. We are left alone with er for an hour. No one came to disturb us. Just me, Marco, and our beautiful baby girl. It was truly bliss.
Thank you Mila Skye for picking us as your family, you are more than we could have ever dreamed of.
check out my birth story with Luca, very similar, yet completely different.
Heads up for life with a 5 and six month old:)
Happy Easter to all!