What to Pack When Moving to Italy

Moving is a feat, and no less so when moving involves crossing the ocean. If you’ve ever thought about moving to Italy or a move is imminent for you, you might be wondering what to pack. Does Italy carry all the same goods as the USA?

Space is precious and expensive, and you don’t want to pack what you can easily buy over there. No need to pack shampoo when you know you’ll be able to buy shampoo over there, right?

Some things are obvious when it comes to what to pack and what not to, others are less so. You don’t want to leave behind something that is essential or a favorite, only to find it can’t be found in Italy.

I’ve compiled a list of things that you might want to consider bringing with you when moving to Italy, based on personal experience and that of other expat families. The good news is that it’s not terribly long. Some things might surprise you, I know they did me. Other things are highly personal and will really depend on what you value, your lifestyle, your hobbies, etc. and your attachment to certain brands. A lot will also depend on how long you will be living in Italy, how often you will be coming home, and how many suitcases/packing containers you’re bringing over.

The good news is that most, if not all of the items you use and need on a daily basis can be found in Italy. It can take time to find them, but they’re there. They might be a little different, but they work. It might take some getting used to not having your comfortable products and brands, but in the end you might find some things you like even better. Try to keep an open mind. Now living back in the States, there are several products I really miss from Italy!

This list will continue to be added to. See something the list is missing? Leave a comment or send me a message and I’d be happy to add it!

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Consider Packing These:

Baby items

Of course, baby items exist in Italy, but they can be significantly more expensive. Not only is it more expensive, sometimes it can be just downright harder to find baby stores and items. The selection is much slimmer. Online shopping, while becoming more of a thing, is not overly present in Italy.

Bring any of your favorite baby items you can’t live without.

A stroller is essential, but think about the sidewalk situation where you’ll be living. Many of the strollers you’ll see in Italy boast the large, all-terrain wheels. Dinky umbrella strollers may be nice for space, but not great on many of the bumpy, sometimes non-existent sidewalks. On the other hand, if you move to a place like where I lived for a bit in Incisa e Figline Valdarno, there were stretches of road with no sidewalks, and the train station had no elevator to get to the train platform. Two large flights of stairs up and down with a stroller isn’t fun. Baby carriers are sometimes preferable. Naples was another city we visited that a baby carrier was invaluable. Too many twisty turns, narrow sidewalks, stairs, and hills to comfortably push a stroller.

Baby Clothes: Some moms prefer to bring over baby clothes because they’re cheaper in the USA, sometimes higher quality, fit better, and overall there is a bigger selection. Knotted baby gowns, bamboo sleepers, etc. are hard to find or not really available in Italy.

Cloth Diapering: I wanted to cloth diaper my son, but I had a difficult time finding cloth diapering products. I could not find any stores that carried cloth diapers. In the end I ordered some pocket cloth diapers from Amazon along with some prefolds and other things. What I didn’t realize was the quality of the prefolds was significantly less than what you would get in the States. I ended up with a lot of leaks, and wasn’t sure why people I knew who had cloth diapered in the States seemed to be having such a different experience than I was all while using the same products.

Baking supplies and ingredients

It might seem nonsensical to bring food and baking items to a country famous for its good food. Some ingredients just don’t act the same, or are not available, so if you are wanting to make recipes from your home country, you might need to pack accordingly. Otherwise you’ll be subbing Italian ingredients and it won’t taste like it does back home.

Baking Powder: The Italian baking powder doesn’t act the same as American baking powder. Don’t ask me why, but I am among a number of people who always bring their own baking powder over. It doesn’t take up much room and lasts a long time, so why add one more uphill battle of trying to learn a new baking powder in your favorite recipes if you don’t have to?

Maple Syrup: Maple syrup is available at certain stores, but it is expensive and not as flavorful as the homemade stuff I’m accustomed to. Maple syrup is heavy and a liquid, but if I had extra room, I’d always sneak in a quart or two in my checked luggage. I know others felt the same way, must be an American and Canadian thing. Others found success ordering it online.

Peanut Butter: You will be able to find Peter Pan and Skippy peanut butter here for a hefty price (around 5euro for a small bottle) along with some other brands you’ve probably never heard of, like Calvè (made in the Netherlands), for a bit less, but with each their own unique taste and consistency. If you love and are partial to certain kinds of peanut butter, you might want to bring a few jars of your favorite kind with you.

Vanilla Extract: Italy doesn’t have real vanilla extract, they use either whole vanilla beans or the artificial vanilla flavor “vanillin”. Since vanilla beans are expensive and I didn’t want to use the artificial vanillin they have readily available in grocery stores, I would bring over a large bottle (16oz) with me to use while making and aging my own vanilla extract.

Other food items that can be found in Italy but are different and sometimes more expensive, would include

  • Brown sugar - can be found, but is usually a different kind of “brown” sugar, and can vary, depending on where its found

  • Canned pumpkin - can be found for about 4x the price of American canned pumpkin. I would often bring 2 cans if I had extra room to use at Thanksgiving time

  • Chewing Gum - Italy has chewing gum but their flavors are primarily licorice, not as minty, and flavors don’t last as long

  • Chocolate chips - Italy only sells mini chips, in white or dark chocolate

  • Ground Cloves - whole cloves are readily available, but if you don’t have a way to grind them, then bring your own ground cloves. I never once found ground cloves

  • Marshmallows - different consistency

  • Pecans - can be found, but often in tiny bags and quite pricy

  • Pretzels - different consistency

For more things that are difficult to find in Italy (and where to find them, if applicable) check out this post here.

Beauty and Personal Products

You may or may not realize how attached you are to the beauty and personal care products you use until you can’t find them. Italy has some great products, but change is hard. Some find success by gradually trying and changing over products…finding some mascara they like, finding some face lotion they like, finding some deoderant they like. Others use and love a specific product and just aren’t able to find a comparable product in Italy. They bring over enough to last them until the next time they are able to get some.

If using natural products is important to you, an extra challenge is added on having to find all-new, trustworthy and effective natural products in a new language and new stores. The good news is that a lot of the ingredients are the same in Italian as in English. The bad news is that despite what a lot of people in the US think, food and products in Italy are not wholly natural and pure. Yes, they do ban more ingredients than the US as far as I understand, but I was unpleasantly surprised at some of the ingredient lists in Italy. I guess I had imagined waltzing into the Italian stores and picking up any ol’ shampoo or lotion, etc., and not having to worry about checking the ingredients because everything in Europe is natural and wonderful, right? Not exactly.

Books

Books in Italy are, you guessed it, primarily in Italian, but you can find other languages. It might be harder to find them, but they do exist. You can also become a member at a local library where they most likely have foreign language sections.

For specific books you really want to have in English or other languages, I know many people who just bring them with them. Books can get heavy quickly, but you can’t find every book in Italy. After all, books are a one time purchase. I brought over some of my favorite cookbooks and a few reading books I figured I wouldn’t be able to find in Italy.

On the other hand, encourage yourself to read books in Italian. This will help expand your vocabulary and master the language. Italian has a specific tense called narrative tense (for written word), so not always helpful for speaking, but still helpful to learn. I learned a lot by reading. If your level of Italian is still basic, start with children’s books. Seriously. Even baby books I would learn things from. Once you start getting better, move on to books you enjoy and are familiar with in English. At one point I borrowed the Harry Potter series from the children’s section at my local library. It’s very enlightening and empowering to not only be learning, but also understanding and laughing at the humor you know so well, in another language!

Children’s clothing

Similar to the baby clothing mentioned above, I know some moms who prefer to bring over children’s clothes rather than buy them all in Italy. In the US they’re often cheaper, higher quality, and fit better.

Cotton clothing

I’m sorry, is there no cotton in Italy? I remember feeling a bit befuddled the first time I heard of others preferring “US cotton” over Italian made cotton shirts. Apparently, cotton clothing made in the US (or rather sold in the US) is thicker and more durable. Italian cotton is thin.

Once this was brought to my attention I started to notice, by golly, they were right. The cotton is not the same! Cotton clothes I had brought with me were thicker and tended to last longer. Clothing I bought in Italy, especially at some of the smaller boutiques, was very thin and light. I won’t say either one is bad or worse, you can decide that for yourself, but here are some things to consider:

  • Thicker cotton from the US will last longer

  • Thinner cotton from Italy stretches out more easily

  • Thinner cotton is lighter and very nice in the hot, Italian summers

Electronics and their adapters

Electronics can be a tricky thing to pack. Technology isn’t often intended to change countries, outlets, and voltage.

For the electronics you must bring with you, ensure you have the proper adapters and power converters. Check them to see if they might be dual voltage, usually with 120/240V written somewhere near the plug. Smart phones including Apple products are dual voltage, so that’s a good start!

Here are some random things that you would be better off buying in Italy:

  • Printer

  • Hair dryer, straightener, curler, etc.

  • Electric mixer, any electric kitchen gadget - I desperately wanted to bring my Kitchen Aid stand mixer. Kitchen Aid’s aren’t cheap in the US, and they’re more expensive in Italy than the US. But with the weight of a Kitchen Aid and the risk of burning the motor even with a fancy power converter, it just wasn’t a good idea. I had read of people ruining their Kitchen Aids trying to run them on power converters and adapters.

A printer story: I somehow inherited a printer from a friend who moved back to the USA. The printer was from the US, and I’m really not sure why someone brought a printer over when they should’ve bought one in Italy. As it turns out, it came in handy with all of the documents and copies that need to be made with life in Italy. It didn’t require a power converter, just an adapter. The problems started when I needed to change the ink cartridges. The grocery stores didn’t carry the cartridge numbers the printer needed. I quickly found out that the printer was in US mode, and had to be reconfigured to European mode. Once reconfigured to European mode, I could buy the Italian cartridges and start using it again. As would happen to me, it took literally hours on the phone with several different people from HP trying to change the printer’s country setting, then trying to troubleshoot why it would not. It turned out the printer could not be changed, and HP sent me a whole new printer AND ink cartridges. Seriously, while Italian customer service averages on “average” at best, sometimes downright awful, HP was this shining beacon of “we’ll do anything to make this right” and not somehow always making it the customer’s fault. They even sent me a box and scheduled UPS to pick up and recycle the old printer so I didn’t have to. Why the long story? This is your warning to do your research before just bringing electronics to a different country.

On the bright side, I was able to bring an essential oil diffuser with me because it was dual voltage!

Important documents

While you might not think you’ll need certain important documents in Italy, you can make your life a lot easier by scanning important documents onto your computer and bringing copies with you. Paper does not take up much space and you would be surprised what you might need while you’re there, or even for taking care of business back home.

Some ideas of what to bring, scan or bring copies of:

  • Passports (yes that’s important!!)

  • Applicable visas

  • Birth certificates

  • Marriage certificate

  • SSN’s

  • Driver’s Licenses

  • Bank information

Medicinal Items

Over the counter medication is cheaper in the States than in Italy, among other medicinal items. Also, not all medications that are OTC in the States are OTC in Italy. You usually need a script for ibuprofen (in Italian “brufen” or “Nurofen”) and even acetaminophen or paracetamol (American brand name Tylenol, Tachipirina in Italian) requires a prescription for the 1000mg caplets.

You might also want to consider bringing any allergy medications and important prescription medications until you can figure out if/where you can get those in Italy.

I also know of a few people who specifically bring Neosporin with them.

Mosquito spray is another item I’ve heard people like to bring with them, especially if there is a favorite brand or kind. Italy does have mosquito spray, but I haven’t tried it to tell you how it works. I can tell you the mosquitos can be pesky and miserable in the summer. Italy does have these wall plug-ins that last 1-2 months and can be turned off and on as desired, that work excellently at keeping mosquitos at bay. They can be invaluable for those who suffer mosquitos, but I use them with caution because I’m not entirely sure what fumes they’re letting out. I avoid using them around kids where possible.

Sentimental Items

Bring anything of sentimental value that can’t be purchased in Italy. Space in suitcases and packing containers might be limited, but I always liked having a few key items from home. Jewekry, decor, children’s artwork, picture frames, etc, might be a wonderful source of comfort while away.

If you have children who have favorite stuffies or toys, consider bringing a duplicate for if/when the favorite item gets lost or worn out.


Explore Italy: Livorno

Terrazza Mascagni

Livorno is a city on the coast of Tuscany with a large and impressive checkered seaside promenade. As luring as that may sound, Livorno is at the bottom of my list of favorite places I’ve visited. Now, it’s still Italy and charming, but in a country full of world class beauty and charm, this is one place I won’t be urging you to visit.

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Livorno in a nutshell

Location: Tuscany, Italy

Best known for: Its harbor, seafood, and seaside checkerboard-pattern promenade

Days needed to explore: 1+ - Livorno is small enough that a day trip is ample to explore this city.

What to see and do:

  • Terrazza Mascagni - the checkerboard promenade by the sea

  • Fortezza Vecchia - the old fortress standing at the edge of the Medici Port

  • Fortezza Nuova - the newer red brick fortress built during the Medici period to defend against pirate attacks

  • Quartiere Venezia - an area in the middle of the city made in the style of Venice, with canals, bridges, and such.

  • Il Mercato delle Vettovaglie - a large covered market with more than 200 booths of fish, fruit, vegetables and more to browse

Established: “Livorna” is first mentioned in 1071, and was inhabited by Etruscans, ruled by the Romans and Medici, and is now the capital city of the Province of Livorno.

Places to eat:

  • Da Gagarin di Chiappo Giuliano - for a typical Livornese snack, try the 5e5 “torta di ceci” or sandwich made with chickpeas

  • Il Frataio 1920 Antica Friggitoria - head to the friggitoria off of Piazza Cavalotti and follow your nose from there to get some fresh fried donuts

Typical foods to try:

  • Il Cacciucco - a very typical fish stew featuring inexpensive local fish varieties, cuttlefish, and octopus, to use up the “un-sellables” from the market.

  • Nettare di Capraia - a local amber colored honey

  • Torta di Ceci - the flat, savory chickpea cake typical to the region. Crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside, it’s surprisingly satisfying!

Gazebo Terrazza Mascagni

Why I like Livorno

I like Livorno mostly because I don’t love Livorno. I know that makes no sense. Of all the places I’ve been to in Italy, I think Livorno would come the least recommended. And yet, I had such a good time here, and only good memories.

I originally wanted to see Livorno because I thought I had read another expat (Girl in Florence) writing about how well she liked Livorno, a good alternative to the ever busy Cinque Terre. I’m not sure if I mixed Livorno up with another town or I just completely missed her drift, but I found the two with very little in common aside from both being in Italy and both being on the coast.

Let me start by saying that I went on a day trip here. During the off season. On a Sunday. When it was rainy. If you could combine all of the elements to make an Italian city seem closed, those would be it. Tada, I managed to experience Livorno in as close to a closed, vacated, uninhabited state as possible, pre-Covid. So really, if you have been or decide to visit Livorno, it’s almost certain you will at least have a somewhat better impression than I do. You see, off season is nice, but in smaller towns it doesn’t always feel as full or fun. On Sunday, most businesses are closed. Then you add rain on top of that and ciao, nobody’s out and about.

We had a great time walking around, circling and circling trying to find somewhere, anywhere to eat. Laughing because nowhere was open. Trying to find a grocery or small store, anything, open. Laughing because of course they’re all closed on Sunday. Walking around to see what shops might be open. None, because it’s Sunday and it’s raining. Laughing some more. And of course, being Italy, when small shops are closed they often have those metal garage doors they pull down so you can’t even see what’s there normally, just a street of locked metal pull-down doors. Giggling some more at the wet, abandoned streets. Seeing some big building, probably important. Closed, and what a lovely fence around it. Not. Laughing some more. My biggest regret was not being able to visit the Mercato delle Vettovaglie. I had heard it was a great market, not so dissimilar from the Mercato Centrale in Florence that I love so well.

Now, the promenade is truly lovely, but I was also struck by how random it feels. The aquarium is just off to one side, with a gravel area around it, and the promenade just kinda starts. It goes on in all its elegance, then ends. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme to it. It feels like it deserves some beautiful gardens or walkways that lead up to it, not gravel and randomness. Perhaps in the summer when it’s not raining they have events or gatherings there.

Cisternone

Piazza della Repubblica

Terrazza Mascagni looking out towards the Porto di Livorno


Explore Italy: Viareggio

Last updated November 3, 2024

Viareggio is an active town on the coast of Tuscany synonymous with beaches and Carnevale. This is the place to go for one of the largest Carnevale celebrations in Italy and beyond.

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Viareggio in a nutshell

Location: Tuscany

Best known for: Seaside access and beaches, Carnevale

Days needed to explore: 1+ Most people go to Viareggio for the beach or Carnevale, not so much the town. If you do explore the city, a day is plenty, but then again, one beach day might not be enough. In that case Viareggio is always an option to stay and take day trips from.

What to see and do: Viareggio is a very popular destination or seaside “escape” from the cities during the summer. In the late winter Viareggio hosts one of the largest and most lavish Carnevale celebrations in Italy.

Established: Viareggio is first mentioned by name in the 12th century, regarding a wooden tower built along the sea as a means of defense. It sprung up in importance when it became the sole sea port of for the Republic of Lucca in the 16th century. It was during this time that the Lucchesi built the still-present Torre Matilde to help defend against pirates.

Viareggio’s history is speckled with hardships, from originally being very marshy with mosquitos and malaria running rampant, battles and pillages, and the pestilence, to a large part of the city burning down in 1917, to being bombed during World War II. Despite all of this, Viareggio has always rallied and is today well known for its lavish Carnevale festivities as well as its beautiful beaches.

Typical foods to try:

  • Tordelli - derivative of tortelli, which are very, very similar to ravioli. Fillings can vary but the sauce is always a meat sauce

  • Scarpaccia - a zucchini cake that is so named for resembling an old shoe. There are two varieties, sweet and savory, but it is the sweet or “dolce” version that is purely Viareggina

  • Cacciucco alla Viareggina - a very typical fish stew featuring inexpensive local fish varieties, cuttlefish, and octopus

  • Pasta alla Trabaccolara - a poor man’s dish using more of those inexpensive fish varieties: Red mullet, scorpion fish, European Hake, and others.

  • Spaghetti con le Arselle / Spaghetti con i Nichi - spaghetti with wedge shells (small clams)

Why I like Viareggio

Viareggio reminds me of sunburns and crowded beachs, a little mini adventure/escape from the hot cement city to the salty seaside.

I grew up in Michigan, just a few minutes drive from Lake Michigan where the water is as many shades of blue as the Mediterranean, so I am no stranger to beautiful water and beaches. Ironically, I’ve never been much of a beach person, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like my key beach days each summer. Florence has no beach, and while there are lakes just a short drive away, not having a car meant the quickest way to get to the beach was taking the 45 minute train to Viareggio. This is close enough to make it feel attainable, yet far enough that it usually happens just once or twice a summer, realistically.

Viareggio is mostly private beach, meaning you have to pay to get in. The public sections are mostly a part of the National Park. Most go for the private anyway, and if you want to experience the beach like the Italians, you should try the pay-for-beach at least once. It’s usually somewhere around 30euro per umbrella, which comes with two beach chairs. If you have more than 2-3 people in your party, plan to pay for multiple umbrellas. Rate is for the whole day, however long you plan to stay. Note the picture above, as you may not be all that close to the beach. A boardwalk will take you down to the sea, often with a little faucet where you can rinse sand off before heading back to your umbrella. There are designated areas for changing. It’s still hard for me to pay for a spot on the beach, but Viareggio is a very Italian experience that feels like an adventure.

More than half the beaches in Vaireggio are private, but there are some free public beaches. One such free beach, is Spiaggia alla Lecciona inside the natural reserve. I’ve read there is a path, stroller friendly, through the pine forest to the beach. However, getting there requires a car, so not an option if you take the train from say, Florence. I believe there are some other free beaches, but they’re often overcrowded or not as easy to get to, so even for someone like me who loathes paying for water access,it becomes inevitable to pay to keep a beach day as relaxing as possible.

Overall, while I in no way dislike Viareggio, it is not amongst my favorites. I’ve been a couple times during the summer, and I think it would be interesting to go during Carnevale. Other than that, it’s checked off my list and there are many other places in Italy that I enjoy more than Viareggio and many, many others I would still like to see.


Living in Italy: Ingredient Substitutions

This post is all about how to substitute ingredients for your favorite recipes while living in Italy.

When you first land in Italy, you probably think you’ll never want for food. All the pizza, carbonara, gelato, wine, and parmigiano you could ever want. You could never get sick of some of the best food in the world, right?

Honestly? I never did. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t start really missing food from home while also really enjoying what Italy has to offer. It may hit after just a few days of vacation (oh hey carb belly) or a few months, but the day will come when you find yourself hankering after a good ol’ pb&j sandwich. Or pot pie. Or American pizza. Or whatever it may be. Often I found myself craving food I hardly ever ate while in the US! Foods I previously didn’t care for, suddenly became the most appealing foods that became my mission to recreate in Italy. I guess nostalgia will do that to a stomach. And while some ingredients are readily found, others you have to search harder for, get creative, or just accept substitutions to get you to the closest thing to home.

When you first start cooking in Italy, you might be surprised just how foreign it can feel, no matter how comfortable you are in the kitchen. Different ingredients, different pans, different ovens, maybe a different altitude, all leading to trying to make your mama’s chocolate chip cookies end up feeling more like an episode from Hell’s Kitchen than a relaxing Martha Stewart moment. Do you just switch over and start learning and cooking all Italian recipes? Or do you have to basically relearn your recipes using what’s available to you? Maybe a mix of both?

Regardless of how you approach cooking as an expat in Italy, you’ll run into moments where you will need to substitute some ingredients.

Below I’ve compiled some common, and some uncommon, substitutions or ideas of how to get as close to home with certain things as I could find. I’m sure there are many many more ingredients and dishes I haven’t even thought of or never miss while in Italy, but here are a few to get you started.

I will continually add to this list as I think of more, think of it as an ongoing project. Want to add to this list? Leave a comment or send me a message!

Some ingredients in Italy initially may appear to be hard to find, but are actually available, if you know where to look. If there’s something you’ve been looking for, and it’s not on this list, check out this post on Hard to Find Ingredients in Italy.


In alphabetical order, roughly:

  1. Buttermilk - use plain kefir, sour milk, or plain yogurt.

    Buttermilk is known as “latticello” and I’ve never been able to locate it in a store, but the plain kefir that is readily available and cheap works very well in the place of buttermilk!

    Otherwise you can use sour milk: Add 1 Tbsp lemon juice or vinegar to 1 cup milk.

    You can also use plain yogurt, but you may need to adjust liquid if your yogurt is decently thick.

  2. Canned Green Chilies - use a fresh peperoncino.

    A lot of American Mexican cuisine calls for canned green chillis, instead you can use a fresh peperoncino (hot pepper). For less spice, be sure to remove the seeds before adding to your recipe. Canned goods make for quick and easy cooking, but fresh will always taste better, anyway.

  3. Cheese - use Fontal.

    The cheese often called for in American recipes, such as cheddar, monterey jack, colby jack, Havarti, etc, are either hard to find or non existent. For many, many recipes, I found the inexpensive grocery store “Fontal” cheese to be a wonderful and versatile substitute. If you need a tasty, good melting cheese, this is your cheese. I often used it in Mexican recipes, for making homemade macaroni and cheese, grilled cheese, or any recipe that involved melting cheese. If you are looking for a swiss cheese replacement, you can get the “emmental” cheese. I’m not a huge Swiss cheese fan and would often use my trusty Fontal even in place of that!

  4. Chili Powder - use an equal amount of paprika dolce / sweet paprika.

    Chili powder is essentially paprika with a small amount of spices mixed in, such as garlic powder, onion powder, cumin, etc. I’ve found that often the recipes that call for chili powder already call for those spices (like onion and garlic powder), so I don’t even bother making my own chili powder mix.

  5. Coco Wheats - make your own!

    Did you know that coco wheats is essentially just the Italian semolina flour with some cocoa powder? So while you may not be able to buy Coco Wheats here, you can make it with just two ingredients!

  6. Cream Cheese - use mascarpone.

    While cream cheese is easily found in Italy (Italians loveeee their Philadelphia), it can be more expensive than you’re used to, so I often use Italy’s less expensive mascarpone. It felt funny at first since mascarpone is usually 4x the price of cream cheese in the USA, but not in Italy, mascarpone’s home country!

  7. Graham Crackers - Use any of the shortbread “frollini” cookies.

    Frollìni can be found in the cookie aisle and make great replacements for graham crackers in graham cracker crusts.

  8. Frank’s Red Hot Sauce - This can also be homemade quite simply.

    It will not taste exactly like Frank’s, but close enough to do the job! I use this recipe found here

  9. Italian Dressing - easily make your own!

    Making homemade Italian dressing is very easy, with ingredients you probably already have on hand! Here is the recipe I use: Homemade Italian Dressing

  10. Italian Seasoning - make your own ahead of time, or just add in the moment some oregano, basil, rosemary, thyme, and marjoram if I have it.

    For example, if a recipe calls for 1 tsp of Italian seasoning, I’d probably just toss in 1/2 tsp oregano, 1/4 tsp basil, and a pinch or two each of rosemary, thyme, and marjoram.

  11. Lipton French Onion Dip - you can easily make this homemade, too! Here is my recipe: Copycat Lipton Onion Dip.

    This one might seem completely random, but sometimes when people would move away I would end up the recipient of some left-behind goods. One such time a friend left me some grocery items, including Lipton Onion Dip packets. Not something you can find in Italy, nor even something I buy in the States, but I saved them and made them on a couple special occasions. My husband was a fan, so I set out to make a suitable copycat recipe. I succeeded, and of course preferable in my opinion that the ingredients are much healthier than the original packet, anyway!

  12. Pinto beans - use “fagioli barlotti”

    I have never seen pinto beans here, but there is another variety of bean that makes a very good replacement, called “fagioli barlotti”. They’re speckled and cook up into a wonderfully soft, buttery bean, perfect for adding to Mexican inspired dishes or mashing to make refried beans.

  13. Refried beans - another one you can make.

    Refried beans can be found, but they’re usually expensive, €2-3 or more per can, so I would often make them at home. There is no one refried bean recipe that I’m loyal to, as long as it involves boiling an onion with the beans. I often make it up as I go, but click here for a good refried bean recipe to get you started. Since making refried beans calls for boiling and mashing pinto beans, which don’t exist here, you’ll need to get a good replacement for pinto beans. Get “fagioli barlotti”, see note below on Pinto beans.

  14. Regular-sized chocolate chips - use the mini chocolate chips.

    Grocery stores here only carry little boxes of mini-sized chocolate chips. You’ll have to make do with those, or buy a chocolate bar and chop it into larger chunks.

  15. Spice mixes - make your own or use just the most prominent spices in the mix.

    We Americans really like our spice mixtures, apparently, or at least judging by all the recipes out there calling for particular spice mixes. I found, while living in Italy, that there is a beauty to using less spices, and focusing on just a few principal ones. Instead of buying a ton of individual spices and trying to recreate all the spice mixes called for in American recipes, I would just use the principal spice or two in each “mix” called for. Of course, some spices shouldn’t be simplified, like curry spice. The recipe will NOT taste the same if you only add, say, turmeric. Thankfully, curry powder is readily found in Italian grocery stores. Other spices mixes, like the Italian seasoning mentioned above, is usually called for because someone is making an “Italian” or “Italian inspired” dish. The truth is, if you simplify and substitute just some oregano for the Italian seasoning, the flavor will still be wonderful and actually, probably closer to a true Italian dish. In fact, I can’t currently think of an Italian dish that calls for dried basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme, marjoram, and garlic all in the same dish…but ironically, a lot of American dishes do, so refer to #3 if you miss that particular taste!

  16. Sour cream - use plain yogurt.

    While you can find sour cream or “panna acida” here, it’s not readily available, a little bit pricy, and not usually refriegerated. I almost always opt to use plain yogurt in place of sour cream, whether in baking or as a topping, it works very well.

  17. Vanilla Extract - use vanillin, vanilla bean, or make your own.

    While there is no real vanilla extract in Italy, you can find artificial vanillin flavor sold in any grocery store, or use a vanilla bean, also found in grocery stores. Vanilla bean gives you the best vanilla flavor, but it’s also the most expensive. For a more sustainable solution, you can make your own vanilla extract by slicing open some vanilla beans and adding them to a bottle of vodka. Age for at least 3 months and you’re good to go!


38 Diaper Comparison

Last updated October 26, 2024

Oh boy, diapers! Every parent’s favorite subject.

You either love or hate diaper changes, but having the right diapers can make your life so much easier. No (or at least less) blowouts, dry pajamas when they wake up, no fluids leaking while holding them, in a baby carrier, or in a car seat, saves you a whole lot of time in clean up and laundry, and time is precious when you’re caring for littles.

I really don’t mind diaper changes. Part of the way I keep it fun is by trying as many different diapers as I can. I currently have 3 kids 3 and under, so I’ve been changing my fair share of diapers over the last few years. Chances are, if there’s a diaper that’s reasonably priced, I’ve tried it. There are still plenty to try, but I’ve got a pretty good leg up. Or two baby legs up. Ha.

I’ve even tried diapers in two different countries! And no, the same brand in different countries are not the same. I’m looking at you, Huggies.

The following diaper comparison is a list of diapers in alphabetical order and my rating of them. While a list like this can be helpful, the last word on diapers is personal preference, depending on baby’s body shape and weight, how heavy of wetters they are, their age, how often they poop, parents’ budget, and generally what other diapers the parents’ have tried. Complicated much? Yeah. That’s why I’ve given subcategories under the diaper ratings, such as absorbency, price, softness, etc. Have I spent too much time thinking about diapers? Yes.

What’s my ideal diaper, and the criteria for ratings? All of the following:

  • Great absorbency/no leaks

  • Soft

  • White or not-obnoxious prints

  • Natural

  • Stretchy waistbands and tabs, a higher waist, none of that low-rider business that lets all the #2 out

  • Affordable.

Is there such a diaper? Almost. There is one that checks all but one of those boxes: it may very well be the most expensive diaper, which makes it unattainable for many. Which is why diaper comparisons like this exist, to help parents find the qualities they’re looking for most in a diaper, at a price they can afford, because you just can’t have it all.

Determining which features are most important to you can help you find which diapers you should be trying!

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The overall winners in each category…

Best Diaper Overall:

Coterie

Most Absorbent:

Coterie

Softest:

Coterie

Least Expensive:

Parent’s Choice

Most Fun:

Hello Bello Subscription

Best Natural:

Coterie, Dyper


For reference:

$ = $0.30 or less per diaper

$$ = $0.31 - $0.49 per diaper

$$$ = $0.50 or more per diaper

All prices are based on size 5 diapers and the cheapest price they can be purchased at any of the big retailers (Amazon, Target, Walmart); current as of April 2024.


The diapers we’ve tried, in alphabetical order:

  1. All Good (5/5)

Absorbency: 5/5 These diapers are super absorbent, great for day or night. In fact, these are so absorbent, they make for terrible beach diapers since they just keep absorbing liquid, ha! I don’t think I can remember a time when one of my children leaked through these.

Softness: 3/5 Really the only con I can think of with these diapers is that they’re not the softest. They’re not bad, I just think they could do better. If they were softer, these diapers would be pretty near infallible!

Price: $ For the absorbency of these diapers, they are a great value.

Naturalness: Paraben, latex, and fragrance-free

Sizing: True to size

Noteworthy: These diapers are only available through Walmart, and recently they’ve been almost continuously out of stock in most sizes. I believe they’re discontinued.

2. Cloth Diapering:

Yes, I even cloth diapered for a few months! I really wanted to go full steam with cloth diapering but it ended up just not being practical for us. My husband didn’t care to deal with them and even my other caregivers said they would rather buy disposable diapers for when they were watching my kid(s), than deal with the cloth diapering, which would have meant only part-time cloth diapering. Factor in an international move, being pregnant and going back to work and generally dealing with life and kids, it just felt like a lot.

I did have fun with it though while we were in Italy, and found what worked for us with what we had. Although I later found out it could’ve been so much easier. My mom, who cloth-diapered all 5 of her kids, helped show me what I needed and how to do it, or at least one way as I found there are different kinds of cloth diapers now. More things to learn and choose which way to do it, oh me oh my. I couldn’t find any kind of cloth diaper covers in Italy except for the pocket kind, so I got those and paired them with some prefolds. Despite using 1-2 prefolds and 1-2 inserts, my son’s diaper still would only last 3-4 hours before soaking his clothes. I learned to consistently change it before the 3 hour mark to avoid having to change diaper AND clothes. I later found out the prefolds I had were much thinner than what they’re supposed to be…but I powered through for several months despite not having the proper stuff. Because of the leakage issue, I didn’t even consider using the cloth diapers at night, I always used a disposable for nighttime. But I saved a little bit of money and some diapers going in the land fill, anyway. Ha.

3. Coterie (5/5)

Absorbency: 5/5 These things are amazing, for day and night.

Softness: 5/5 so soft.

Tabs: 5/5

Price: $$$ The downfall of these diapers, is their high price tag. I guess the old adage continues to ring true, you get what you pay for.

Naturalness: While there are no organic or purely biodegradable diapers yet (that I know of), these diapers come pretty close and I appreciate Coterie’s transparency in their processes and why they choose the materials they do, without trying to green-wash anything. They have some noteworthy certifications, including EWG.

Sizing: Coterie has slightly smaller size ranges in their smaller diapers, therefore their smallest sizes (N-4) fit smaller. For example, their size 1 fits 8-12lbs where a standard size 1 fits 8-14lbs

Noteworthy: These diapers are solid white, which I think is a pro. No dyes, look better under clothes, and just look classier all around. But if you’re a print-fan, you might find these boring. Can be bought by box or subscription.

4. Cuties (2.5/5)

Absorbency: 2/5 These diapers get a pretty good “saggy crotch” long before they’ve reached capacity, and can start to leak. They’re alright for the daytime given the price if you’re up on changing them, but I wouldn’t use them at night.

Softness: 4/5

Price: $

Naturalness: “Made from materials free of latex, fragrance, dyes and chlorine, these diapers feature a hypoallergenic inner liner enriched with aloe, natural botanicals and vitamin E”

Sizing: True to size

5. Daddy’s Choice (2/5)

Absorbency: 2/5 These diapers get the saggy crotch after just an hour or two of wear, and must be changed regularly or you run the risk of the diaper coming apart and the absorbent beads coming out.

Softness: 5/5

Tabs: 3/5 They have shorter, not very stretchy tabs that make it harder to fasten the diaper on.

Price: $

Naturalness: 0% additives, parabens, chlorine, fragrance, bleach

Sizing: True to size

Noteworthy: These may be discontinued as well, as they are out of stock everywhere.

6. Dyper (4.5/5)

Absorbency: 4/5

Softness: 5/5

Tabs: 3/5 Another diaper that I wish had stretchier, longer tabs.

Price: $$

Naturalness: Bamboo diapers that have an impressive list of testing and transparency; they even offer a compost program to reduce the impact of diapers in landfills.

Sizing: I’d say true to size. Last time I tried these they had their own sizing (S, M, L), but they have since switched to standard diaper sizing.

Noteworthy: These are white, classy looking diapers. They have a newer line of black charcoal diapers which I think look quite cool. These can be bought by box or subscription. Overall I really liked these diapers and would probably give them a 5, except my husband didn’t like them as well, so I gave them a 4.5 :)

7. Earth & Eden (3.5/5)

Absorbency: 3/5 A bit of saggy crotch can start to happen after awhile.

Softness: 4/5

Price: $$

Naturalness: “clinically proven gentle on your baby's skin; free from lotions, latex, fragrance, and chlorine bleaching. Not tested on animals; Made with SFI Certified sustainably sourced fluff; Printed with non-toxic water-based inks; Produced in a Zero Waste to Landfill Facility; Non-toxic super absorbent polymer(sodium polyacrylate)”

Sizing: True to size

Noteworthy: These diapers are white with just a design around the band. Each box comes with several different designs, which is a little detail I enjoy. Most diapers, if they have a design, have just 2 per size. Last time I had these I think I counted 8+ designs per size.

8. Esselunga (Italian) (3/5)

Absorbency: 3/5

Softness: 3/5

Price: €

Naturalness: ?

Sizing: True to size, but please note that standard diaper sizes in Italy differ from standard diaper sizing in the US

Noteworthy: These are Italian grocery store brand diapers

9. Hello Bello (4/5)

Absorbency: 3/5 These diapers are pretty good but I would have to keep an eye on my heavy wetters as they would often wake up from their nap wet.

Softness: 5/5

Tabs: 5/5

Price: $$

Naturalness: “Hypoallergenic, made without artificial fragrance, phthalates, parabens, lotions, or latex”

Sizing: Hello Bello has slightly smaller size ranges in their smaller diapers, therefore their smallest sizes (N-3) fit smaller. For example, their size 1 fits 8-12lbs where a standard size 1 fits 8-14lbs.

Noteworthy: Made in the USA. These diapers can be bought by box, or set up as a subscription. In each box you can have up to two different sizes and pick 7 different designs. As many of those designs as you wish can be nighttime diapers. Each month you can edit your box, changing up size and designs. This keeps things fresh and new and really had me looking forward to diapering, always excited to see which design we’d get to open up next. It’s the little things in parenthood sometimes, you know? If you buy these by box on Amaxon or at the grocery store, the prices are cheaper. I’ve also wondered if somehow the diapers differ between subscription and box? I might be imagining it, but beyond the price the subscription ones seem a bit thicker and softer…

10. Hello Bello Nighttime (5/5)

Absorbency: 5/5 These are good nighttime diapers and my children have had no leaks with these.

Softness: 5/5

Price: $$$

Naturalness: “Hypoallergenic, made without artificial fragrance, phthalates, parabens, lotions, or latex”

Sizing: Hello Bello has slightly smaller size ranges in their smaller diapers, therefore their smallest sizes (N-3) fit smaller. For example, their size 1 fits 8-12lbs where a standard size 1 fits 8-14lbs.

Noteworthy: Made in the USA. These diapers can be bought by box, or set up as a subscription. In each box you can have up to two different sizes and pick 7 different designs. As many of those designs as you wish can be nighttime diapers. Night diapers usually only have 3 or so designs, and some designs can be sold out. Each month you can edit your box, changing up size and designs. This keeps things fresh and new and really had me looking forward to diapering, always excited to see which design we’d get to open up next. It’s the little things in parenthood sometimes, you know?

11. Honest (4/5)

Absorbency: 4/5

Softness: 3/5

Price: $$$

Naturalness: “To make the core of the diaper, we now harvest wood from well-managed, responsibly sourced trees in North America (instead of Scandinavia) to reduce our transportation carbon footprint.

  • Turned into fluff pulp

  • We don't add latex, fragrance, or parabens

  • We use a plant-based backsheet, and our new, more efficient design reduces the amount of material used in each diaper

  • Our diapers are cruelty-free and never tested on animals”

They also list diaper ingredients right on their website, which is nice.

Sizing: True to size

Noteworthy: Honest seems to be ever striving to create a better, more sustainable diaper. I’ve used them off and on since 2021, and there have been noticeable differences in their diaper formulas. First time I tried them, I really liked them. Second time, they were so bad I didn’t plan on buying them ever again, especially for the price! But a couple of coupons later I decided to give them another try, and more recently they’ve proven to be pretty good, absorbent diapers again.

12. Honest Overnights (5/5)

Absorbency: 5/5

Softness: 5/5

Price: $$$

Naturalness: “To make the core of the diaper, we now harvest wood from well-managed, responsibly sourced trees in North America (instead of Scandinavia) to reduce our transportation carbon footprint.

  • Turned into fluff pulp

  • We don't add latex, fragrance, or parabens

  • We use a plant-based backsheet, and our new, more efficient design reduces the amount of material used in each diaper

  • Our diapers are cruelty-free and never tested on animals”

They also list diaper ingredients right on their website, which is nice.

Sizing: True to size

Noteworthy: I’m not sure why their overnight diapers are softer than their daytime diapers, unless I tried them at awkward times as they’ve been switching up diaper formulas?

13. Huggies Unistar (Italian) 1/5

Absorbency: 1/5 While Huggies are not my preferred diaper in the US nor in Italy, I still don’t know why the Huggies in Italy were so bad. I would go to change my son’s diaper, and basically if he wasn’t on his back when he peed, it would leak right out, even if the diaper was far from capacity. Beyond that, it got to the point where I knew I had to change his diaper after 1.5hrs or the diaper would leak. They were the right size, on correctly, and no matter what, leaked more often than not.

Softness: 2/5

Price: €

Naturalness: ?

Sizing: True to size, but note that standard diaper sizes in Italy differ from standard diaper sizing in the US

14. Huggies Extra Care (Italian) 2/5

Absorbency: 2/5 While Huggies are not my preferred diaper in the US nor in Italy, I still don’t know why the Huggies in Italy were so bad. I would go to change my son’s diaper, and basically if he wasn’t on his back when he peed, it would leak right out, even if the diaper was far from capacity. Beyond that, it got to the point where I knew I had to change his diaper after 1.5hrs or the diaper would leak. They were the right size, on correctly, and matter what, leaked more often than not. These Extra Care ones I had when my son was a newborn, and I don’t remember them being as bad as the All-star variety.

Softness: 3/5

Price: €

Naturalness: ?

Sizing: True to size, but note that standard diaper sizes in Italy differ from standard diaper sizing in the US

15. Huggies Snug & Dry (3/5)

Absorbency: 4/5 Maybe a touch over 3 for absorbency, these could “almost” be used for nighttime, but not quite. My kids would often wake up wet, so they don’t pass the nighttime test, but just by a little.

Softness: 3/5 average softness. Not rough nor silky.

Price: $$

Naturalness: “Huggies® Snug & Dry™ diapers are hypoallergenic, fragrance free and dermatologist tested.”

While they are transparent about their ingredients and have them listed on their website, that doesn’t mean they’re good ingredients.

Sizing: Run a touch small, with a lower waist band.

16. Huggies Little Movers (3/5)

Absorbency: 3/5 Another Huggies that falls maybe a touch over 3 for absorbency. In a pinch they could be used for nighttime, but these sometimes don’t make it through an extra-long toddler nap, so not super reliable.

Softness: 2/5 I find these quite rough, and catch annoyingly on dry or rough fingers.

Price: $$

Naturalness: “All Huggies sensitive diapers are free of fragrance and elemental chlorine and made without parabens or natural rubber latex”

Sizing: Run a touch small, with a lower waist band, but I do enjoy that the waistband is stretchy, generous and easy to get on even chubbier babies!

Noteworthy: Huggies’ prints fail to win me over, and while they might not be my favorite, they’re also not a deal breaker. I just wish they were nicer.

17. Kirkland (Costco brand) (4/5)

Absorbency: 4/5 These have a very decent absorbency, almost nighttime worthy, almost. They do get a little saggy in the crotch after a while.

Softness: 3/5

Price: $

Naturalness: “They are hypoallergenic, made with plant-based materials* and made without fragrance, lotion, natural rubber latex, elemental chlorine.”

Sizing: Run a touch in the small side, with the lower riding waistband.

Noteworthy: The makers of Huggies also make Kirkland diapers, hence their similarities. I like Kirkland better overall because they’re cheaper and have nicer prints.

18. Little Journey (Aldi brand) (3/5)

Absorbency: 3/5 At first sight these diapers seem a little flimsy, and for the price I wasn’t expecting these to be that great. I was pleasantly surprised to find how well these hold some poop-explosions. The back elastic has held in several large, liquidy breast-fed baby poops, when otherwise I expect many other diapers would’ve ended with a blow-out. I finally understand what some diapers tout as having that “poop pocket”, that is supposed to catch the poop before it blows out, because this diaper has actually done it. Ultimately I knocked the scoring down to 3 out of 5 because the poop-pocket is not fool-proof, a blow-outs still do happen with these diapers. On top of that, the absorption, while not bad, is liable to leaking, especially with pressure. Baby carriers, bouncers, anything like that tends to make these diapers start leaking before they’re completely full. I once was holding my 6 month old on my hip and suddenly my clothes were wet and the floor was wet - the diaper had not just leaked, it had squirted!

Softness: 4/5 Quite soft for so cheap!

Price: $

Naturalness: “Hypoallergenic Liner with Vitamin E and Aloe”

Sizing: True to size

Noteworthy: Some of the absolute cheapest diapers on this list (Cheapest price found in store at Aldi, not online)

19. Luv’s (1/5)

Absorbency: 3/5

Softness: 2/5 crinkly and don’t feel very soft.

Price: $

Naturalness: Luv’s does not disclose their full ingredient list, and if you dig through their FAQ’s you’ll discover only that they’re latex free and elemental chlorine free. These have a very strong chemical-perfume smell that I highly dislike.

Sizing: These run a touch small, but they do have a higher waistband going for them.

Noteworthy: Proctor and Gamble, the same makers of Pampers, make Luv’s diapers. Makes sense, since Pamper’s Baby Dry and Luv’s are the two strongest perfume smelling diapers I can think of. Aside from that I find their prints obnoxious.

20. Mama Bear Gentle Touch (Amazon Brand) (4/5)

Absorbency: 4/5 I’ve tried these periodically over the past few years, and either they’ve grown on me or they’ve improved their formula. I wasn’t a huge fan the first time I tried these with my first, I would’ve given them maybe a 3/5. Currently I have my youngest in these and I’m rather impressed. The absorbency is great, at least during the daytime for my heavy wetter!

Softness: 4/5

Price: $

Naturalness: “Formulated without elemental chlorine, perfumes, lotions, parabens, and pthalathates.”

Sizing: True to size

21. Mama Bear Overnight Diapers (Amazon brand) (4/5)

Absorbency: 4/5 These are mostly reliable overnight diapers. They do occasionally leak, but for the most part I’m happy to buy these, given the value for price.

Softness: 4/5 Soft, not silky

Price: $$ One of the cheaper of the official “overnight” diapers

Naturalness: “Hypoallergic and dermatologically tested: free from chlorine bleaching, perfumes, lotions, parabens & phthalates”

Sizing: True to size

Noteworthy: Their design of little purple stars is more subtle than others, I enjoy it.

22. Mama Bear Plush Protection (Amazon brand) (4/5)

Absorbency: 4/5

Softness: 4/5 While these are supposed to be Amazon’s softer, nicer line of diapers, I was underwhelmed. I like their other diapers, but I didn’t necessarily think these were that much better.

Price: $

Naturalness: “Made with sustainably sourced pulp; Free from Elemental Chlorine, Bleaching, Natural Latex, Phthalates, Lotions and Fragrances”

Sizing: True to size

23. Mama Bear (Italian) (3/5)

Absorbency: 3/5

Softness: 3/5

Price: €

Naturalness: ?

Sizing: True to size, but note that standard diaper sizes in Italy differ from standard diaper sizing in the US

Noteworthy: Overall pretty nice/average diapers, but their prints were nicer than the US ones I thought!

24. Meijer (grocery store brand) (2/5)

Absorbency: 2/5 These don’t last very many hours, so for active toddlers this means being more pro-active about diaper changes rather than waiting until they actually need one. They would be better for smaller babies who need more frequent changes, anyway.

Softness: 3/5 A tad softer than Meijer’s night diapers

Price: $

Naturalness: “The diapers are hypoallergenic and free of latex, lotions, and perfumes.”

Sizing: True to size, maybe a touch big

Noteworthy: I was a bit underwhelmed with the daytime diapers from Meijer after using their more impressive overnights first. The daytime diapers are not nearly as good. Ah well, I do believe they must be discontinuing them because all the boxes at the store are on clearance and they have not been getting any more in. The waistband is stretchy and secure, one of my favorites.

25. Meijer Overnight (grocery store brand) (3.5/5)

Absorbency: 5/5 no leaks here!

Softness: 2/5 rather papery

Price: $

Naturalness: “The diapers are hypoallergenic and free of latex, lotions, and perfumes.”

Sizing: True to size, maybe a touch big

Noteworthy: Gosh the designs are just so unattractive! Overall these are pretty great, reliable diapers, but I wish they were softer and because of their designs I don’t care to purchase these again, which feels silly to me for the value that they are.

26. Member’s Mark (Sam’s Club brand) (3/5)

Absorbency: 3/5

Softness: 3/5

Price: $

Naturalness: “Hypoallergenic free from lotions, parabens, fragrances, natural rubber latex & chlorine bleaching”

Sizing: These run a touch small.

Noteworthy: I find these similar to Kirkland and Amazon brand diapers. They have the lower waistband which I don’t prefer.

27. Millie Moon (4.5/5)

Absorbency: 5/5 These are great diapers all around, I often use these as night diapers, but they’re not my favorite night diapers due to occasional leaks.

Softness: 5/5

Price: $$

Naturalness: “Free from Lotions, Latex, Fragrance and Elemental Chlorine to protect delicate skin”

Sizing: Run slightly large

Noteworthy: I wish their tabs were a little stretchier and longer.

28. Pampers Baby Dry (2/5)

Absorbency: 4/5 These used to be some of my go-to affordable diapers, I even used to use them as nighttime diapers.

Softness: 3/5 I’ve always been curious as to why these fuzz out more than the Italian Pampers ever did.

Price: $

Naturalness: “hypoallergenic and free of parabens and latex* (*Natural Rubber)”

I dislike the fragrance these have, not because it’s unpleasant, but because I don’t want chemical smells by such tender body parts.

Sizing: True to size

Noteworthy: These used to be some of my favorite absorbent diapers until something changed and the tabs became awful. They don’t stick well and the diapers fall off of my children frequently. I thought it might have been a bad box from Amazon, but I also got a box from my local grocery store and it was exactly the same. I got tired of waking up to my kids with their diaper half off, or them walking around and suddenly hearing a “plop!”. Unless something changes, I would not buy these again. Based on more recent reviews of these diapers, it appears I’m not alone in my dissatisfaction of this apparent new formula.

29. Pampers Cruisers (2/5)

Absorbency: 3/5

Softness: 2/5 papery

Price: $$

Naturalness: “free of parabens and latex.* (*Natural Rubber)”

Sizing: Run a touch small

30. Pampers Baby-Dry (Italian) 5/5

Absorbency: 5/5 These were my favorite for overnight and trips!

Softness: 3/5

Price: €€

Naturalness: “0% profumo”

Sizing: True to size, but note that standard diaper sizes in Italy differ from standard diaper sizing in the US

Noteworthy: Pampers in Italy are solid diapers! Very reliable and yes, a bit different than the US ones.

31. Pampers Pure (4/5)

Absorbency: 4/5 Good absorbency, I have on occasion used these as night diapers, but they weren’t foolproof.

Softness: 4/5

Price: $$

Naturalness: Made WITHOUT: Elemental Chlorine, Fragrances (Pure is Fragrance Free), Parabens, or Latex (Natural Rubber)

  • Made WITH: Premium cotton, polypropylene, polyethylene and polyester blend, pH-Sensitive materials, Elemental chlorine-free fluff pulp, mineral-based odor absorber, super absorbent polymer

Sizing: True to size

32. Pampers Sole e Luna (Italian) 5/5

Absorbency: 5/5 These were trustworthy, everyday diapers and also good for nighttime.

Softness: 3/5

Price: €

Naturalness: ?

Sizing: True to size, but note that standard diaper sizes in Italy differ from standard diaper sizing in the US

Noteworthy: Pampers in Italy are solid diapers! Very reliable and yes, a bit different than the US ones.

33. Pampers Swaddlers (4/5)

Absorbency: 4/5 another good absorbency from Pampers, another one I used for a bit as night diapers. One too many leaks, though, and I decided I could do better for night time.

Softness: 4/5

Price: $$

Naturalness: Made WITHOUT: Parabens, Bisphenol A (BPA), Elemental Chlorine or Latex (Natural Rubber)

  • Made WITH: Polypropylene non-woven and spandex (free of natural rubber latex), Absorbent fluff pulp derived from wood pulp, pH-sensitive material, Safe and Nontoxic Polyacrylate Polymer, Polyester, Polypropylene and stretch film, Aloe Barbadensis Leaf Extract

Sizing: True to size

34. Parents’ Choice (3/5)

Absorbency: 3/5 nothing amazing, but really, this is hands down the cheapest diaper I know of, which makes it a pretty good deal, at least for day time!

Softness: 3/5

Price: $

Naturalness: “Each diaper is made without natural latex, lotions, and perfumes”

No ingredients list to be found. A third party source mentions Parents’ Choice as using bleached materials.

Sizing: Run a touch small

35. Proudly (2/5)

Absorbency: 2/5 I was really hoping for better from these, but alas. Temperamental and leaky even during the day.

Softness: 5/5

Price: $$

Naturalness: ingredients: sustainably-sourced and biodegradable wood pulp, sodium polyacrylate, shea butter, polypropylene, polyethylene, polyester, calcium carbonate, spandex/elastane fiber, non-toxic adhesives, and non-toxic ink (for our adorable print).

No: elemental chlorine, fragrance, latex, parabens, phtalates

Sizing: True to size but with the less flexible, short tabs

Noteworthy: Black and woman owned company

36. Rascal + Friends (3/5)

Absorbency: 3/5

Softness: 4/5 surprisingly soft for such inexpensive diapers!

Price: $

Naturalness: No latex, fragrance or lotions “Our premium diapers and diaper pants are predominantly made of fluff pulp, super absorbent material (SAP), polypropylene non-woven fabrics, polyethylene film, together with some fastening and elastic materials.”

Sizing: True to size, these have the less stretchy, shorter waistband tabs.

Noteworthy: These diapers can be bought in Cocomelon prints, which many children would probably greatly enjoy (and may make diaper changing time less of a struggle for some toddlers!)

37. Up & Up SuperAbsorb (Target brand) (3/5)

Absorbency: 3/5 For the price, these make great day diapers. However, I find they don’t live up to their 12-hour boast (not that they need to for the day, and if they did, why would they make a night time diaper, anyway?). I always have to change my 2yo daughter’s diaper just before or just after her nap.

Softness: 3/5 not overly soft, verging on papery

Price: $

Naturalness: “Made without elemental chlorine, lotions, latex, fragrances, parabens and phthalates”

Sizing: These run a touch small

38. Up & Up SuperAbsorb Overnight (Target brand) (4/5)

Absorbency: 5/5 These end up a little saggy but they consistently get my toddlers through the night which makes them a winner in my book, especially for the price.

Softness: 3/5 not overly soft, verging on papery

Price: $

Naturalness: “Made without elemental chlorine, lotions, latex, fragrances, parabens and phthalates”

Sizing: These run a touch small, I size up for nighttime.


Thoughtfully Selecting a Maternity Wardrobe

This is not “The Be All End All on How to buy Maternity Wear” or “The ONLY maternity clothes you’ll ever need”. This article is inspired by my own experience as a first-time-mom, trying to figure out WHAT I’ll need, WHEN I’ll need it, WHERE to get it, and WHICH kind I’ll want. It’s easy to get lost in the marketing and lists of must-haves when really, you can get by with much less than you think.

Rather, this post will offer some “ideas” to help you think through, and maybe discover, some maternity items, to best customize a new little wardrobe for yourself, with an emphasis on comfort, affordability, and choosing items you can get the most use out of. A minimalist maternity wardrobe, if you will.

For starters, you’ll want to get a clear picture of where and when you’ll be wearing your maternity wardrobe:

Depending on your due date, what season(s) will your second and third trimester be in?

You may need to buy a bit more clothes for a winter baby, since you might want a bigger coat or a coat extender, and may wear more pants in the winter. On the flip side, summer dresses and skirts can be more forgiving, so you may not need to buy as much as you might think!

My first baby was born in September in Italy (it was still 90°F), and I got away with buying just 2 maternity dresses. I was surprised that several of my summer dresses and skirts and shirts fit all the way through! But being my first baby, and my smallest, I also didn’t get as big as with my other 2. When it was the hottest peak of the Florentine summer, and Covid was still keeping us mostly at home, I bought a few (non-maternity) t-shirts and a pair of comfy shorts in a size bigger than I normally wear just to lounge in at home in our non-air conditioned apartment. I still have some of those and wear them for pajamas and even in my other 2 pregnancies.

If you work, do you plan on working all the way up to your due date?

The answer to this will determine if you need to also buy work maternity clothes, depending on if you work in a more formal work setting, or if you work from home and may just want to invest in more of that wonderful maternity loungewear!

I teach dance, and got away with my buying some athletic wear from Target in a size larger than I normally wear as “work” clothes.

If your work is full-time mommy-ing, then your choice of clothes may also be different than if you work in an office or even if this is your first pregnancy. For example, with my first, I happily existed exclusively in dresses and skirts during the hot summer months in my third trimester. However, with my next pregnancies, dresses became increasingly impractical for running around after my other children, and I wore more shorts and pants.

Next, what do you already own that could be bump-friendly?

Before you buy anything, you may want to go through your closet and look for pieces that you might be able to wear through part, most, or maybe even all of your pregnancy. Maxi dresses, mid or long flowy skirts with elastic waist bands, sweatpants or joggers with very stretchy waistbands, oversized shirts and sweaters, long tops, are all promising pieces.

Now, take a look at some of the maternity options that you’ll come across:

Under-the-Bump Vs. Over-the-Bump Maternity bottoms

Under-the-bump is best for versatility, as they can be worn before, during, and after pregnancy. Their main disadvantage is they leave your belly exposed if you’re not wearing an adequately long sweater. Any low-rise stretchy pants you own currently have the potential of being a part of your maternity wardrobe as “under-the-bump”. I have several stretchy pants/joggers/sweatpants; a couple of them I can wear all the way through, and others become uncomfortable around the waistband by 5 months pregnant. A pair of under-the-bump pants I really enjoyed (and still am!) is this pair by Motherhood Maternity, that is sadly no longer available.

The main advantage to over-the-bump pants is offering a tiny bit of support to the belly while also keeping it covered, which in turn allows you to wear some shorter tops for longer into your pregnancy. The main disadvantage is that there is really a short period in which the over-the-bump pants fit, since they’re often too big in the first part of the pregnancy and soon after baby is born. Also, I’ve found that not all over-the-bump pants fit my bump well. Some are too tight. Some are too loose. Some are too tight in some spots, while being too loose in other spots.

Maternity Tops

Sometimes they having ruching, sometimes slits, sometimes they’re made of extra stretchy material, sometimes they’re flowy…what they all have in common is room for a growing tummy. I bought a few key maternity tops, but with tops it’s also quite easy to find non-maternity wear that fits a bump, just select longer, looser styles, maybe in a larger size or two. It’s especially easy to do when long and over-sized is in.

One of my favorite maternity tops is an Ingrid and Isabel cowl neck sweater. It fits just as well when I’m not pregnant as when I’m 9 months. It’s form fitting, but not tight, with flattering ruched sides and it’s long enough to cover my bum.

Maternity/Nursing Bras

These can be tricky to know your size if you’ve never had a baby before. Some women increase a band size or two, and several cups bigger. Some barely grow.

Nursing bras come in two general styles: the clasp kind, and the criss cross kind. I’ve tried both, but prefer the clasp kind. The criss cross you merely pull down, which is super easy to use, but I often found with that style that the material would start riding back up and get in the way of baby latching. After a while they tended to stretch out.

For your first baby, I’d recommend starting with some of the comfy, stretchy, “quintessential” nursing bra. They basically look like a sports bra. Just about every brand that makes nursing bras has some of this style, to the point where I wish sometimes there was more variety, specifically more feminine and pretty styles! These often have at least 4 sets of clasps and some come with an extender for your growing rib cage and bust. They also stretch with you, so you shouldn’t have to buy multiple sizes, and will work through pregnancy and even those first few days/weeks of engorgement when your milk is first coming in and regulating! They’re sized in S/M/L etc. rather than band and cup sizes, which is much easier to guess your size.

Here are some very affordable ones on Amazon, I got something similar for my first and they lasted and held up with daily wear and washing.

As I’m now nursing my third baby, some of my nursing bras need a refresh and I’ve been looking for “pretty” nursing bras. So many are comfortable and practical, which is great, but I do miss me some lace! If you, too, would like some prettier nursing bras, check out some of these, several of which can also be found on Amazon (easier to return):

Maternity Underwear

When I was first pregnant, I rolled my eyes at maternity underwear. I thought that having to buy special underwear, when it’s your belly, not your butt that’s growing, was silly. Joke’s on me! Your abdomen most definitely grows, right where most underwear sits. And let me tell you, I hate the feeling of underwear or pants being the least bit tight on my low abdomen when I’m pregnant.

Since I have now been brought down off of my high horse, I will be the first one to sing the praises of maternity underwear and how comfortable it is! Seriously, I love it so much I actually now buy maternity underwear when I’m not pregnant. It usually covers your rear-end better, doesn’t give you love handles, and is just plain super comfy.

I originally bought a pack of super cheap maternity underwear form Amazon, which did their job, but I found the leg holes strangely un-elastic and a bit too small once I got to the last trimester.

I highly recommend H&M’s maternity underwear, whether you’re pregnant or not, ha! They’re inexpensive and cute, sometimes with bits of lace so not overly boring.

Pregnancy Support Belt

There are a couple different styles of pregnancy support belts, which mainly fall into three categories in my mind:

  1. The over / under support belt (highest level of support) - these are best for someone who would anticipate spending good chunks of time on their feet. They offer the highest level of support, but aren’t meant to be used while sitting. They take a minute to get on, which can be annoying if you want the higher level of support but spend most of your days going back forth between standing and sitting. Can be worn without the “over” band, so it’s almost like a two-in-one.

    This is the kind I got for my third pregnancy, and while there were certain key moments I was very grateful to have it, overall I didn’t wear it as much as I thought I would. My lifestyle with 2 other littles was a lot of sitting, standing, crouching, crawling, etc. and I just didn’t have the time to take it off and put it back on repeatedly.

    Find the over / under I used here

  2. The under support belt (medium support) - quicker to get on while still providing decent support. However, they’re still not meant to be used while sitting and are uncomfortable if you try, so that’s where I think the over/under option might make more sense. I had a similar band that I would use sometimes while dancing or teaching, and while not technically meant for pregnancy, it got me by while teaching dance in my second pregnancy.

    Find an “under” belt here

  3. The support band (lightest support) - a stretchy band that can ideally be used all during pregnancy and even postpartum. It provides the lightest support of these three options, but if that’s all you need, it’s the cheapest option and also the easiest to get on, off, and wash. Honestly, if I were to have another baby, I would probably just use one of these. Actually, I would get 2-3 so I would always have one clean! I got one after my third was born, and it was great even postpartum and helped keep my tummy covered while nursing, double win.

    This can also help you transition between pants in pregnancy and postpartum. It can keep your pre-pregnancy pants up unbuttoned before your maternity clothes start to fit, and keep your maternity pants up when they start to get loose but before you’re able to fit back into your pre-pregnancy pants.

    Here is the Bella Band I got after my third

    Or find a 2 pack here

I purchased the Bellaband postpartum after seeing some women on social media with similar bands, and doing some research on the better liked belly bands. I didn’t want compression, just support.

Due to my own confusion of whether this band was really what I wanted, since it’s primarily marketed as a maternity band, I ordered it alongside the Ingrid & Isabel postpartum band.

Trying them on side by side, they are very similar but with different compression. The postpartum band was much tighter, but comfy and reassuring to a jiggly postpartum belly, and also harder to get on. The postpartum wrap has the “No slip” silicone at both the top and bottom, where the maternity band has it only at the bottom. Another reason the maternity band is easier to get on.

I honestly liked both, but I ultimately kept the maternity band since it was what I was looking for with light support, not too tight, and I didn’t feel I needed two.

You can find the Ingrid & Isabel postpartum band here. I liked this band because it was much easier to get on and off, easier to wash, and not as bulky as the wrap/velcro kind.

Pregnancy Pillow

This is not a pregnancy “must have” but simply a “nice to have”. You can get by with pillows, rolled up blankets, etc. to stay comfortable. It might be a hassle sometimes when you’re just trying to roll over in bed, but it’s free!

Full body support

I never had a pregnancy pillow, but I really, really, wanted one with my third. That was my most uncomfortable pregnancy (my midwife later told me the third pregnancy is usually the hardest. You’re running around after 2 other kids and often start showing sooner and get just a little bit bigger than your first 2. By the time you get to a 4th, you’re just just accepted it is how it is and roll with the punches) and I just really wanted one pillow rather than always having to arrange 2-3 pillows or blankets to be able to rest. I considered getting one second hand, but the prices I saw weren’t that much cheaper than brand new and a pillow didn’t seem the most hygienic thing to be buying used.

velvet Full body support

I was looking at these full body styles on Amazon, they look comfy and check all my boxes:

  • support for top arm while side lying

  • support for hips

  • support for knees

  • support for ankles

  • back support to help keep everything (hips, knees, ankles) stacked while side lying, which is important in the Spinning Babies “Rest Smart” idea

You can also get full body ones with luxurious velvety covering, great for cooler months but maybe not so much for sweaty summer preggo bodies.

There are also the smaller “wedge” style pillows, smaller and easier to carry around, but they only provide support for belly or belly and back. Not as appealing to me, especially since they’re almost the same price as the full body pillows, but preferable for others if that’s all they need, and easier to tote around.

What are some of your favorite maternity items, or least favorite? Let me know in the comments below or send me a message through the contact form!


The Birth Story of Miriam

Today is Miriam’s second birthday. Following suit, I’m posting her birth story on her second birthday, as I did Elyas’. It’s a good way for me to relive those moments, some of the hardest and best of my life, and let you in on a such a monumental event.

To start with Elyas’ birth story, my first, click here.

Preamble

One winter day in 2022, I was 6 days past my due date with baby #2, a girl.

She was due on 2/15, and I had this silly, yet completely serious, wish that baby girl would be born on 2/22/22, which would be exactly 1 week after my due date. Maybe at 2:22 and 22 seconds, maybe weighing 8lbs2oz and 22 inches long. She was, after all, our 2nd baby…and I was getting pretty close to getting my wish. With the date, anyway.

At my appointment on 2/18 the midwife checked me, but I was only 1cm dilated and 80% effaced. She suggested I have an induction scheduled; they didn’t want me going much past 41 weeks because I had had Covid during this pregnancy. I agreed, thinking the induction would be scheduled for next week, but that baby would most likely come on her own before then. I was unpleasantly surprised when I got the call informing me of an induction for 2/20, in just 2 days. I didn’t feel ready. I cried. The nurse was very understanding, and suggested I call the hospital to see if their scheduling had more availability than what she was seeing. I did, and changed the induction to 2/23, giving baby more time to come on her own.

The morning of 2/21, labor commences

I woke up on 2/21 still not in labor, yet wanting to get things going, with an induction hanging over my head. Having labor start naturally was important to me. Around 10am I went to my chiropractor, who gave me one final crack, the one to supposedly kick start labor. I then went for my daily walk, at Sam’s Club with my mom. Some Braxton Hicks were starting to happen more regularly, and we started noting their time.

We got home, I gave Elyas some lunch and got him down for his nap. I took a shower and laid down for a nap also, since around 1pm contractions were happening regularly enough I decided this very well could be it! By 4pm contractions were getting strong enough that I wasn’t able to sleep, and even had to start utilizing some breath. When Elyas woke up from his nap my husband kept him busy, and I was able to take it easy, lay down again, and work through the contractions that were increasing in intensity. My mom stayed by me, timing the contractions. I was excited, knowing baby would be here soon, after waiting so long for labor to start! Not to mention, I was getting comfortably close to a 2/22 birth day. Labor was getting harder, but also felt manageable, relatively speaking. After an almost 24 hr labor, mostly back labor with Elyas, this labor felt very doable.

A significant snow and ice storm was predicted to start at 7pm, so we also had it in our minds that we should be going to the hospital before the roads became too bad, or even impassable.

Active labor

Shortly before the storm was supposed to start, my mom was starting to get anxious, noticing how much harder and faster the contractions seemed to be coming: only 2-5 minutes apart, for over an hour. She went and got my husband, saying she thought it would be prudent to head to the hospital ASAP. She gently brought me back from my very inward-focused state of mind on the couch, and I agreed with her it was a good time to go to the hospital.

I did some last minute things to get ready, riding out contractions as needed. Now, enter my mom, who was becoming increasingly worried that I wasn’t going to make it to the hospital, and couldn’t believe I was taking the time to curl my eyelashes. Yes, that was important to me, since labor started so fast and furious with Elyas that I did not have the capability of taking a shower, so I showed up to the hospital in an….unkempt state. I did not want a repeat of that. I was determined to show up neat, clean, and ready, curled eyelashes and all, to the hospital!!

Off to the hospital, water breaks

We got to the hospital by 7:15pm and parked. Despite the entrance being close, I was having a hard time getting inside. I had only a few contractions on the drive there (praise the Lord because I really dread the transfer to the hospital in labor, having to be strapped in a sitting position), then 1 contraction as soon as I got out of the car, another walking up to the entrance where I had to stop and lean on my husband. We stopped at the security entrance and I was interrupted mid conversation by another contraction (husband didn’t speak much English at that point so I was doing most of the talking). We were quickly directed around the corner to the labor and delivery ward. We got to the locked doors of the maternity ward and I rang the bell to be buzzed in. Just as a nurse over the intercom crackled a “hello?” A hard contraction hit me and my water broke, Hollywood style, soaking my pants, boots, and christening the carpet. (Who puts carpet in a maternity ward, anyway??) Another “hello??” came over the intercom. I forced myself to speak, pretty sure something like, “hi just a second I’m having a contraction and my water just broke” squeaked out. Another hard contraction ensued. The voice continued to “hello” me despite my having told her, or at least I thought she would understand, that I’m in the middle of a contraction(s), my water just broke, she’s going to have to wait a second for me to speak eloquently to her. The contraction subsided and I was able to say again, “hi I’m here and in labor”, and we got buzzed in.

We made it to the reception desk where they started asking me questions; what’s my name, did they know I was coming, etc. I had to keep working through contractions every couple of minutes since being in an upright position kept them coming steady and hard. When they were done asking questions they said they were going to take me down to triage where I would get a Covid test. I told them I didn’t think I was going to be able to make it down to wherever this blessed “triage” was, could it come to me? Apparently it couldn’t, but they told me not to worry, it wasn’t too far. They lead me just down the hall to a small room where a nurse wanted to weigh me. I didn’t think that getting my weight was all that important, given the circumstances. While I was on the scale admiring the impressively high number, I had another ever harder contraction, and I told the nurse calmly, “I think I’m starting to push.” I didn’t get much of a reaction, so when another contraction came on and the urge to push, I exclaimed, “I’m pushing!” The nurses were probably still trying to read me, thinking I’m just another woman in labor who’s probably still only 1cm dilated, acting it up. One of them asked if I thought I could walk to my room, it was just at the end of the hall, or if I wanted a wheel chair. I stubbornly said that I could walk.

I didn’t get very far, as the contractions seemed to be coming back to back and I just. Couldn’t. Seem. To. Get. To the. Room. I could not will my body there, no matter how I tried. I could hear a couple of nurses conferring behind me, talking about getting me into the nearest room, the one I was just outside of, rather than the room they had prepared for me. Finally they brought a wheel chair and I conceded to be wheeled into the room that was, frustratingly, a few feet away. It’s a good thing, because I very well could have had the baby right there in the hall had I persisted!

Finally in a room

Once in the room and still in the wheel chair, they administered the Covid test. I was dismayed that this nurse was quite exacting when it came to leaving the swab up each nostril for the full 15 seconds, wondering how I could safely work through a contraction without accidentally moving and jabbing the swab up into my brains. The Lord was gracious and I did NOT have a contraction during the Covid test! The test came back negative.

The nurses then asked if I would like to get on the bed (oh boy would I!), and I asked if I could change my clothes first. The nurses commented “oh you are sopping wet!!” as they helped me out of my pants, and I realized they either didn’t know or had forgotten the fact that my water had broken dramatically at the doors, and yes, I was still in my very wet clothes. Dry socks and a hospital gown have never felt so good!

10cm

Laying down felt wonderful, and the contractions slowed down a bit; a much needed reprieve. When the midwife came in, she checked me, and informed me that I was complete (10cm) and baby was in a -1 station. I told them I would like to wait until I felt the urge to push. They agreed. I wanted to rest after that hard entrance!

It was now after 8pm and we were settled enough that my husband finally got to Facetime my mom, so she could be “present”. I eventually found my happy place on my R side, calmly working through the contractions that kept coming hard, but without the urge to push. Now, I had read stories through the Spinning Babies site and such about women who, when experiencing natural and unmedicated labor, actually had a lull in their labor at 10cm and were able to take a nap before pushing. While laying still felt “relatively” wonderful, I certainly wasn’t drifting off to sleep. The midwife checked in on me periodically, staying close, wondering if I was ready to push yet. I still wasn’t.

Almost 2 hours since arriving at the hospital and still hanging out fully dilated

It got to be after 9pm, and I was still working through contractions quietly on my side. The nurse asked if I needed to use the bathroom (having a full bladder can sometimes inhibit baby from descending). I did not need to nor want to use the bathroom. Did they want me to have the baby in the toilet? I knew that moving would bring on the urge to push, I just wasn’t sure if I felt quite ready yet mentally to go through pushing. I was still comfy on my side with the peanut ball when the midwife approached me. She was concerned that if I kept holding off, I might not be able to control my pushing and tear. As not tearing was something I also hoped to experience, I agreed. Now this whole time my husband was still holding my phone for my mom to be FaceTimed in. I looked over at the phone and asked my mom, “well, should we have a baby??” I don’t think my mom heard, but that’s alright. Earlier I had talked through pushing positions with the midwife and opted for hands and knees. I got into position, with movement bringing on the hardest contractions and a stronger urge to push.

Baby is born!

I started pushing at 9:20pm, and Miriam was born at 9:31pm. Less than 2 1/2 hrs away from 2/22/22, hahaha!

Instant joy and exuberance, Miriam Jeannie was here, finally! That labor was a DREAM after my first. I joked that I now could fathom having twins, I could have done round 2!

Baby is too purple

Joy quickly turned to concern when Miriam, who had taken her first breath a second too soon and inhaled some mucous, was dark purple and still not breathing properly or pinking up. She cried a little, and they handed her to me, but she still was a frighteningly beautiful shade of purple. The nurses and midwife continued to rub her back and suction her, and she was making some improvements, but slowly. They called in a NICU team to assess her, just in case. Hubby cut the cord, much later than usual after the excitement, and the NICU team looked her over and suctioned some mucous out of her lungs. She looked and was breathing well enough finally that they didn’t need to take any further action. I got my roly poly baby girl back after a few minutes, and finally, the bliss of holding my new baby in my arms, this new little wonder, a precious gift. A first meeting.

The two hours after birth, I now completely understand why they are often called the “golden hours”. That feeling, the immense work, mental concentration, determination, prayer, literal blood, sweat, and tears….to utter joy and RELIEF. 9 months of knowing that your baby is coming but first, labor…and then you made it and you’re shaking, and you have your precious new baby in your arms to gaze at and memorize all their features...and after 9 months, you get to REST. Physically. Mentally. The bubbling over of joy and thankfulness that your baby is here, safe, and healthy. The pride you feel knowing YOU DID IT. And being able to physically rest like you haven’t been able to rest in the last how many hours and months? You’re not working up to labor, you’re not getting bigger and heavier; you’re now healing. Soaking in the soreness in your newly postpartum body. Those hours, these immense emotions, are some of the moments I will treasure in my heart for all my days. 

Baby stats

Miriam weighed 8lbs 11oz at birth and was 20 3/4 inches long. I did tear again, as I now had 2 for 2 babies come out with a hand by their face, but I did not feel the midwife stitching me up this time like I did in Italy. We stayed two nights in the hospital, mostly because we didn’t want to be discharged at 10pm at night. So we stayed and ate delicious (ahem) hospital food and cuddled our baby girl while the snow and ice storm raged outside. It was a good day to have a baby. And while I may have desired Miriam to be born on 2/22/22, a nurse later told me that Miriam was the only one born on 2/21/22, while 6 babies were born on 2/22/22. Miriam was unique, and showed her stubborn and wonderful personality right from the get go!

Happy Birthday, Miriam Jeannie! Oh, how you are loved!

What I Miss About Italy

Last Updated August 26, 2024

We’ve now been back in the US for 2 1/2 years.

In some respects, these 2 years have felt like forever. In other ways, it still feels like we just got here.

Much joy has been had, along with many trials. From new babies to hard-to-swallow health diagnoses, new jobs, new adjustments, new living spaces. Enjoying family, enjoying seasons.

Most of my time is very busy, taking care of three young children. In the quiet moments (that’s called nap time!), sometimes I take time to reflect. I’m grateful for where I am, and I’m also grateful for the time I spent in Italy.

To be honest, there are a lot of things I don’t miss about Italy, but no country is perfect, and what follows are some of the little things, and bigger things, that I miss about living in Italy. The things that make my heart happy when I think back on them.


What I Miss About Italy

Walking Everywhere

I love walking. I don’t love driving. I love the exercise, I like the ease of being able to walk out the door and not have to worry about car keys, I love being able to go anywhere just with my own two feet. I love not having to worry about parking, or gas. I loved being able to walk out my door and go get a morning pastry and cappuccino in a matter of minutes. I like being able to step out my door and just…walk, as far as I want. I liked the slowness of it, having time to observe the Italian scenes, the intricate and interesting buildings, the Christmas lights, everything.

I never owned a car in Italy, only rode a bike a couple times, but solely relied on my own two feet, buses, and trains. I know, buses and trains and transportation in Italy in general is unreliable, but it was there and affordable when my two feet couldn’t take me where I needed to be. I loved that I could get most places, even a vacation, without ever having to use a car. No worries about where to park or how much you’d be paying, car insurance, and all those fun things.

I miss the freedom of walking!

me, walking

Pastries for breakfast e’er day!

I love sweets, and starting my day out with a sweet pastry and coffee was really my er, cup of tea. In a weird sort of way, sweets first thing seemed to satisfy my sweet tooth, so I found myself actually eating less and desiring sugar less throughout the day.

Panettone Season

I loovveeee panettone. See point above about sweets. Sweet, tall bread with various fruits and add-ins. Chantilly cream. Chocolate cream. Chocolate chips. Candied fruits. And for as cheap as €3 or €4 for 1kg loaves! I loved when October would come around and I would start seeing the first panettone in the stores. I would often eat panettone for breakfast at home in November and December. So festive!

Have you had panettone? You can find them on Amazon for decent prices, like this classic one!

A classic panettone

The Christmas Lights

Christmas is my favorite time of the year, not matter where I am. Christmas trees and Christmas lights bring out the inner child/Elf in me. I feel gleeful when I see them. Florence, and most other Italian cities, have fabulous Christmas lights. They hang them up in many streets, they have small Christmas trees, they have large Christmas trees, and they love to load them with Christmas lights. It’s one of my favorite things, walking down all the streets under the lights, walking by the piazzas with the sparkling trees. It’s Christmas magic. Via Tornabuoni is always a show-stopper, and always a favorite. Every year it’s a little different, a little bit better.

Good Gelato

Sure, you can find gelato here and there in America, but it doesn’t count if it’s in the freezer section in a store. Yes, I like Talenti, but it’s not the same. I once had good gelato in Washington D.C., and my hometown briefly had a really decent little gelato store, but it was only open for a few seasons. Sad.

In Italy, and especially Florence which is considered the “birthplace” of gelato, good gelato is quite easy to find. Don’t be fooled, there is a ton of bad gelato too, but you just have to have a bit of discernment and it’s hard to go wrong. The servings aren’t overly large, unless you get a “grande”, but a generic small 2euro cone I always thought was the perfect amount without being overly indulgent. It becomes much more justifiable to eat not-huge cones of gelato a couple times a week than it is huge American cones…right? :)

If you’re visiting Florence, Italy, and want to find some authentic, house-made, GOOD gelato, check out my guide here!

gelato from Gelateria dei neri

The Shopping

I come from a smaller town that does not have fabulous shopping. Our options tend to be big box stores like Target, expensive boutiques downtown, or shopping online.

Florence has good shopping. They have a nice range of small, local boutiques, affordable “fast-fashion” like Mango, Zara, H&M, and higher end luxury shopping, with lots in between.

the old top floor of la rinascente before they remodeled

Twice-a-Year Sales

Speaking of shopping, I love the simplicity of Italian sales. The big ones happen twice year, starting in January and July. It’s almost across the board with all stores, all merchandise from the current season making way for the incoming season. The first week some stores may start off at 30% off, but usually by the second week everything on sale is 50%. I learned to only buy clothes, when I could, during the sales. Why pay full price for something in December that will soon be 50% off in January? The sales usually last for about 2 months, but if you want the good stuff, go in the first week or two. By the end of the sales, merchandise can go up to 70% off, sometimes with additional discounts on top of that.

A few years ago some stores in Italy started to catch on to the big “Black Friday” that happens in the USA, which can also get you some good sales, but usually not quite as big as in the US. I prefer to wait for the two big sales of the year.

Personal Pizza

I’m not here to bash American pizza and say Italian pizza is best, because honestly, I view them in separate categories. They can be so different, I don’t always see it as fair to compare them. They are each delicious in their own right, if made well. I’ve had bad, and great, pizza in both countries. But the “great” pizza in each country looked quite different.

I do miss Italian pizza. There are very, very few pizzas, if any? anywhere near where I live that compare to a good Neapolitan-style, fluffy crust pizza. So yes, I miss that chewy, steamy crust, simple and high-quality minimalist ingredients.

Do you know what else I miss? That in Italy it’s customary to order your own pizza. Pizzas are smaller, 12 inches maybe? So it can still be challenging to eat your whole pizza if you’re not ravenous, but the glorious fun is you get to choose what kind of pizza you want every time, no sharing necessary.

My top pizza choices were usually:

  • the classic Margherita (tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, sometimes mozzarella di bufala as an option!!, and fresh basil)

  • Ortolana (tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, grilled zucchini, grilled eggplant, marinated bell peppers, sometimes I would add on smoked scamorza)

  • Quattro Formaggi (four cheese pizza, usually a blend of mozzarella, parmigiano, fontina, and Gorgonzola, I like it when they use a tomato sauce, but this pizza often comes without)

  • Caprese (fresh mozzarella, fresh cherry tomatoes, fresh basil)

    and sometimes:

  • Marinara (very simple pizza, just tomato sauce, garlic, oregano, and a sprinkling of parmigiano and olive oil)

  • Tonno e Cipolla (tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, tuna, onion - yes, am I letting my weird side show? haha)

If you haven’t been to Italy you might be thinking, don’t they ever put meat on their pizzas?? The answer is yes, they certainly do, but I really love their vegetarian pizzas, apparently! They use various kinds of cured meats, one of my favorites would be salame piccante, a spicy cured meat similar to pepperoni, featured on the “Diavola” pizza.

margerita pizza

Holiday Festivity

Human beings love holidays and excuses to celebrate (and days off), and Italians are no exceptions! In fact, it feels like every few days there is some holiday that has the post offices and stores closed, grocery stores closing early, and buses running on an (even more) irregular schedule.

One of the best things about walking everywhere is how much more a part of the city and culture I feel. On holidays, you see everyone out and about with good cheer, the pasticcerie extra full while people buy a caffè for a friend or pick up a special cake, and walking to get to their big midday festive meal. While the big holidays like Christmas and Easter are of course my favorites, I also appreciate the smaller holidays that are still observed with flair. I love Palm Sunday and all the people carrying their palm (actually olive) branches around, and International Women’s Day (March 8) with women being gifted small bouquets of mimosas, or picking up littles cakes decorated to look like a mimosa. I also love December 8th, The Immaculate Conception, which is also a big holiday in Italy. There is a parade through the city center, and the giant Christmas tree in Piazza Duomo is lit. Involving Christmas and Christmas lights, I of course, love it.

It’s the little things that bring spots of joy into the day!

If you’d like to read more about Italian Holidays, what they mean and how they might be celebrated, click here!

A mimosa tree

Parades All the Time

Going off of the holiday festivity above, I always loved going into the city center and stumbling upon crowds of people stopped to watch a procession or show. It felt like every time I went into the city there was some obscure holiday I had forgotten about, but that the Italians felt needed a parade, flags, and traditional Renaissance garb to celebrate. Seriously, so many parades, flag throwing, horses, drums and horns.

If there wasn’t a parade, then there was always something else to watch, like street performers. Never a dull moment!

Parade in front of the duomo on Befana (january 6th), where the wisemen go to see baby jesus

Very Good Wine for Very Good Prices

Of course a list about the good things in Italy couldn’t go by without a mention of wine, right??

Some of my favorite wines are Italian, not sure if I’m just most familiar with Italian wines or Italian wines really truly are superior. Either way, it’s a definite perk living in a country with excellent wine for affordable prices. Who sells wine for €2 a bottle?? Of course, I’m not saying that wine is worth buying, but still. €2. And then some really really nice wines, some excellent chiantis or Montepulcianos, for around €15? A Brunello for €20? I’m not complaining.

a selection of wines, olive oils, and balsamic vinegars at the mercato centrale

The All-You-Can-Eat Sushi

I’m not entirely sure why, but all of the sushi restaurants around Florence (and there are a good number) are always an all-you-can-eat formula. And honestly, it was one of the best things. While it means you might be paying more per person than your average night out in Florence, it’s absolutely worth it! Do you know how giddy I felt sitting down in Aji Tei (my favorite sushi place in Florence) and being able to order anything and everything I want, all for €30?? Yes. Very giddy. And not just sushi, but sushi cones, soups, desserts…only drinks excluded. Especially now, post-Covid and post-inflation, that feels like a steal. Especially especially since even at that time in the States that’s about what you’d pay for two rolls of sushi! Of course, at the time, this was still very much a splurge for us, birthday or anniversary dinner, maybe. For perspective, eating out in Florence can be as cheap as a €7 margherita pizza per person, or maybe a more “average” expenditure would be a plate of pasta in a ristorante for €15 per person. When that’s more the normal, maybe you can see where suddenly 2x or 4x the expense per person becomes a splurge. But oh, what a great concept. Endless rounds of sushi. Take me back.

the first of many orders of all-you-can-eat sushi at Aji tei

The Blossoming Jasmine in the Spring

I’m pretty sure it’s jasmine, anyway? All over Florence, beginning in March, all of those green hedges everywhere suddenly get thousands of white buds that bloom into these glorious little white flowers. Not only are they pretty, but you can smell them long before you see them!

I was never much a fan of artificial jasmine scents and perfumes growing up, but I guess that’s because they pale in comparison to the fresh, real flower. OH MY do they smell good. Do you like peonies? Or a David Austen rose? Then you would love jasmine. It rivals these, if not more pungent and beautiful. I could never get enough of it walking around Florence in the spring time!

hedges of jasmine

Mercati Everywhere

It seems that every weekend in Florence there is a different market, in a different piazza. And this is true! I actually found the schedule after so many years in Florence, it wasn’t random, ha! Some would pop up every second Sunday of the month, some were annual, some are daily. I loved always stumbling upon a new one and discovering new treasures!

Don’t forget of course, the staple mercati for food, Mercato Centrale and Mercato di Sant’Ambrogio for your daily produce!

the annual christmas market in piazza santa croce

Fresh Olive Oil Season

While Florence may not have had the most brilliant display of autumnal color-changing leaves, there were other signs of fall and things to get excited about. One of my favorites was when the olio nuovo would come out in October. The grocery stores would set up a special display for all of the many liters of the freshly produced olive oil, perfectly golden green. Unlike the olive oil produced for longer term storage that is kept in dark glass bottles to protect it, these were often bottled in clear glass to show off their pretty and vibrant golden hues, intended for immediate consumption and enjoyment. It was easy to find bottles that were “non filtrato” or unfiltered, for the most pure, unadulterated flavor. It was hard to find olio nuovo that was bad. It would only last for a short time, a month or so, before the olio nuovo would fade away and no longer be the olio nuovo, because, well, it was no longer new, It was just the olive oil now. It’s easy to take for granted having so many wonderful olive oils available, especially the spicy, fruity Tuscan oil I am so partial to. With a bit of scrounging I can find some decent olive oils and sometimes good ones here in the States, but the amount of forgettable and just plain bad oil is really sad. If ever you’re in Italy during the new oil season, be sure to visit an oil farm or just walk into any grocery store and look for the “olio nuovo” display and pick up any bottle!

Olio Nuovo at my local Coop supermercato

Finding "Premaman" Maternity Clothes in Italy

You’re pregnant, you’re excited, and now you have to figure out what to wear and what you’ll need!

For a first-time mamma, if you’re anything like me (ahem, overly detailed and analytical) even a seemingly simple task like picking out some maternity clothes can feel overwhelming and unnecessarily time consuming; even more so when you’re in a foreign country.

When will I actually need new clothes? Do I want over or under the bump pants? Is maternity underwear actually necessary? How much should I budget for clothes that may only get worn for 9 months, maybe less? How will I know what size bras to get, if my size is supposed to get bigger, but I don’t know how big?? Where do I find maternity clothes in Italy, anyway?

If this is your first pregnancy and would like some ideas on how to select maternity clothes, I will soon have an article for you!

If you’ve already been pregnant but this is your first baby in Italy, then you probably already know what you want, you just need to know where to find it!

Below you’ll find some of my favorite maternity choices in Italy!

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shopping for maternity clothes in the time of covid: no tourists, no people


Where to Find Maternity Clothes

US Amazon Maternity

While this is primarily written with mamas in Italy at heart, many of these sites can be used by anyone in Europe, the US, or even beyond, since they are online sites with European or international shipping. Others are actually US based, but do offer international shipping. Maybe the most obvious is Amazon, which can be shopped in many countries, although their merchandise varies greatly from country to country.

These sites are listed roughly in order of ease of shopping and returning. While I try and indicate if shipping and returns are free, please check the site’s policy as it may have changed since this post was written.

  1. H&M Italy

    Yes, H&M has maternity wear! They have decent prices, although I’ve watched them go up since Covid, with inflation and H&M transitioning to more “sustainable” practices, but still definitely some of the lower priced items with decent quality.

    I highly recommend their maternity underwear and nursing bras, very comfortable and bits of lace so they still feel feminine.

    If you become a member you get free shipping for orders over €30 and free returns. Keep an eye out for sales which they have very frequently, the biggest sale usually being 30% off for Black Friday. The rest of the time they frequently have 15%, 20%, or 25% you can snag pretty easily. As a general rule, I don’t buy anything if it’s not on sale. The downside is their stock sells out very quickly, so if there is something you really really like, sometimes you just have to buy it, sale or not.

    The H&M store in Florence by Ponte Vecchio does not carry maternity, intimates, or children’s clothing in store.

  2. Zalando.it

    Zalando is great. It’s like an Amazon, but for clothing and accessories. My shopping experience in Italy took an uptick for the better when I discovered Zalando, pregnant or not. For the most part, Italy has great in-person shopping, but stores’ online presence and shopping is minimal. When there was something I needed but just couldn’t find, or couldn't get out much (due to Covid restrictions, having a newborn, etc.), I could almost always find something on Zalando. It has a vast selection of clothes, many top brands, and a section just for expecting moms and even baby clothing.

    They offer convenient shipping and returns, with most orders over €28.90 including free shipping. If your order is under or includes items coming from long distance, then shipping will be €4.95. Returns are free, simply take them to any PosteItaliane or even schedule a pick up at your house.

  3. Amazon.it

    Yes, Amazon, too! There is something about shopping for clothing on Amazon that I find very dissatisfying, but it’s always an option! I bought my first set of maternity underwear and nursing bras from Amazon. They were comfortable and definitely the least expensive option, but they didn’t last the longest, either. In short, if you have a limited budget like I did, they served their purpose well, but if you’re able, opt for higher quality if you can.

    Free shipping on orders over €35, and free returns most of the time, too, per usual Amazon standard.

  4. Seraphine

    This is a site based in the UK, and shopped at by royalty, as you can see on their site. Could be fun, wearing something that Kate Middleton also wore! Ultimately I have never boughten anything from them, even though they have some pieces I really like, since there was a small shipping cost, plus customs, and I had no idea what their clothes would fit like.

    Standard shipping to Italy is €4.95, plus potential customs fees, with free returns.

  5. Envie de Fraise

    This is a lovely French maternity brand that I bought my maternity dresses from.

    Free shipping to Italy for orders over €60, it looks as though returns may be at expense of customer, but I’m not sure. I actually exchanged 2 dresses for different sizes, and at the time I remember the returns being free. It may have changed, though. Their site looks as though it’s transitioning over to “vertbaudet”.

  6. Nothing Fits But

    I only just discovered this South Korean based brand in the past year, but they have some of the absolute loveliest dresses out there, that can easily be worn before and after maternity as well as during and for nursing. They are pricier with most dresses costing over $100, but they are light, and quality made. Wait for their sales and it won’t make as big of a dent. When I bought my dress, I found the one I wanted on sale, plus a matching dress for my daughter and a nursing/maternity sweater, plus shipping since I didn’t spend enough, and the total was still under $100. I got a pretty good deal!

    The US Amazon sells some Nothing Fits But dresses, although for a bit more money than the Nothing Fits But site. BUT Amazon offers free shipping and free returns, where Nothing Fits But does not until a much higher threshold. Reviews on their sizing was quite varied which left me uncertain what size I would like most, so I ended up ordering the two dresses I was eyeing from Amazon to figure out which size I was. At that point the same dress on Nothing Fits But went on sale, so I took advantage of Amazon’s generous return policy and returned both of the dresses, then bought the one I wanted on sale from Nothing Fits But.

    Free worldwide shipping on orders over $200USD, returns at cost of customer.

  7. Pink Blush Maternity

    Pink Blush has a wide assortment of maternity wear, from cute dresses to comfy sweaters. I’ve never bought anything from them, although I was tempted in Italy, but again I didn’t want to deal with not being able to do returns or pay potential customs fees.

    They have frequent sales, a generous 25% off your first order when you sign up for email, and a good Black Friday Sale.

    International shipping varies by order total, starting at $10.99. Customer is responsible for any customs once they arrive in Italy or destination country.

  8. HATCH Collection

    If you have a more generous budget for maternity wear, check out HATCH. Their prices are beyond my budget, but I’ve heard and read good things about them, and they certainly have some nice looking pieces!

    International shipping looks to be a flat rate of $50, customs to be paid by customer. International returns could be an option, they say to contact them for more info, but per any international return, it would probably be a good wait and costly.

  9. Stowaway Collection

    I came across this brand recently, a mother-daughter duo based in NYC. I haven’t ordered anything from them, but they have a lovely collection of very comfy, minimal looking dresses and pieces.

    They can ship internationally to Italy, with DHL, pricing determined by DHL.

  10. Bae the Label

    Another brand with sharp looking maternity clothes, not always an easy feat! They are an Australian brand, so even if you’re in the States you’ll be paying for international shipping.

    They offer free international shipping on orders over AUD$350, or a flat rate of $35 for anything less than that.

You may notice that this list is solidly online shopping. That’s because I never did find any maternity wear worth mentioning on this list in any stores around Florence. Of course, it also didn’t help that the peak time I was shopping for and needed maternity clothes was during the 2020 Covid lockdown. You could try La Rinascente in the center, off of Piazza della Repubblica, but their prices are usually higher since they stock a lot of designer brands.

If you know of any good “premaman” clothing stores around Florence, send me a message or leave a comment and I’d be happy to add it to this list!

Pregnancy Exercise: Walking in the Tuscan Hills once the covid mandate to stay home had been lifted


The Birth Story of Elyas

Last updated July 23, 2024

This is the story of how my first born, Elyas, was born in Italy.

It’s taken me a long time to write this, Elyas (pronounced like Elliott, just with an s at the end) just turned 21 months old. He’ll probably be closer to 2 by the time I finish this. Update: Elyas turns 2 tomorrow, and it seems a fitting time to share this.

I’m not entirely sure why, but a birth story feels so intimate that it can be hard to write it out in such a public space like the internet. It’s ironic, though, because ever since finding out I was pregnant with Elyas I can’t get enough of birth stories! Each is so different and so unique. Especially since my firstborn was born in a foreign-to-me country, I scoured the internet for other American, or really any, birth stories from Italy. I found a handful and yet I was always left with more questions. This is a big part of why I’m sharing mine on here, so that other women giving birth in Italy might find this and have one more experience to draw from. Or for anyone who’s curious what it’s like to have a baby in Italy.

It’s long. But so is labor, so it’s fitting, I think.

If you want to read about what it’s like to be pregnant in Italy, click here.

Here goes….


September 17th, 2020

In a land, far far away, across the ocean, in a small town called Incisa, it was the day before Elyas was born. I was 40+3 weeks pregnant and had a sudden burst of energy (hind sight, that should’ve been telling, ha). The weather had recently “cooled” a bit, going from high 90’s and 100’s every day to mid 90’s. I had big plans for the day like cleaning, cooking, and personal care. I really wanted to make this eggplant parmesan recipe that supposedly makes women go into labor (I didn’t actually believe it, but it sounded fun and I like eggplant parmesan). In the end it took so long and I was on my feet for so long (4+ hours in the kitchen) that I figured I could do the other plans tomorrow.

Jenny’s note to self #1: never do tomorrow what you can do today while pregnant, especially at the end, because tomorrow is not promised you!!

Later that evening…

My husband and I went for a walk after sunset when it was cooler, then came back to feast on the really delicious eggplant parmesan. I called my mom, but she didn’t answer. This is unusual. Suddenly I felt lonely, as if something was going to happen. I decided to call my brother, who also didn’t respond. This isn’t as unusual, so I decided to call one of my best friends. Something was up with her phone, so she couldn’t talk. So there I sat, feeling forlorn. My mom ended up calling me back and we talked late, until almost 1am my time. We joked, as we did almost every day, that maybe I was in labor, as I had started having regular Braxton Hicks. I laughed it off, only learning later my mom actually did think I was in labor. I snuck another couple mouthfuls of eggplant parmesan and went off to bed.

If you’d like to make that eggplant parmesan recipe, which I really do recommend, click here! Pregnancy not required. ;)

That night…

I hadn’t been laying there too long when what was inexplicably a real contraction came on. After another very real contraction less than 20 minutes later, I decided I should try out my contraction timer. My husband was already asleep, so I lay there hoping to go to sleep myself. Every time I’d start drifting off to sleep a contraction would ruin it, coming every 12 minutes or less. After awhile I decided to text my mom, knowing she was still awake. She counseled me to try and get some sleep if I could. I kept trying but to no avail. One contraction came on so hard I suddenly understood why so many women panic. If I tried to get up or move, they came on every few minutes and I had to breathe through them, paralyzed. All of that talk of early labor being “a great time to shower” seemed complete nonsense now, how could women shower like this?? I could barely make it to the bathroom, so I gave up on the shower idea. I finally woke my husband around 5am, tossed my cookies around 5:30am, all the while contractions were coming every 3-5 minutes or less. We decided it was time to go to the hospital.

6:30am The ambulance comes

Having no car, our ride to the hospital was an ambulance. This isn’t unusual in Italy, and was exactly what my midwife told us to do. We called 118 (Italy’s 911) for an ambulance. Three men and a woman showed up in the bedroom, all seemingly clueless as to the proceedings of labor and probably terrified that birth was imminent. They helped me onto the stretcher and off we went at 6:50am. The woman kept asking me for all my information, which always seemed perfectly timed with a contraction…I still don’t understand why she didn’t ask my husband who was right there, haha. Labor and paperwork while riding on a bumpy stretcher under a crinkly silver blanket. On an ambulance with the siren blaring. Lovely. I was hoping we could speed down the highway incognito.

7:10am the ambulance breaks down

Yes it did. And I wasn’t surprised. Because, Italy, and also because I had noticed the siren kept going out. The paramedics informed us something was wrong (ambulance overheated) and pulled over into the nearest gas station so a different ambulance could come and get us.

At this point my mom, who was following my location on Find a Friend, was semi-freaking out, convinced the ambulance had to pull over because the baby was being born. bahahaha I’m sorry mom, for all I put you through.

7:45am arrival at the hospital

After a very long 30 minutes, the new ambulance pulled up and we were transferred over. Finally, we arrived at the hospital. Being wheeled through the hospital, still on the stretcher under the crinkly silver thing and seeing everything go by sideways is very disorienting. We arrived at the maternity ward, and I was taken into one of the exam rooms I had just been in earlier that week. Husband wasn’t allowed in.

More paperwork, sitting in a chair across from a midwife at a computer. Breathing through contractions, thinking how bizarre this is, with no smile or acknowledgement that hey, you’re in labor; no “congratulations”, or even “are you ready?”. Business as usual. Then I was hooked up to a fetal monitoring device. Baby wasn’t moving as much as they would’ve liked, and I ended up being hooked up to the monitor, sitting in a chair for 1 1/2 hours. They checked on me every half hour or so and brought me cookies once, to try and get baby to move more. Baby was moving some, I wasn’t concerned, but I guess they were a bit. The midwife examined me, confirmed that my waters had indeed already broken (that trickle since yesterday afternoon wasn’t incontinence as I had marked it off as) and I was dilated to 4-5cm. I was given the good news I would be admitted to a labor and delivery room. It was now 9:45am.

In Italy, or at least in Florence, you’re only admitted to your own labor and delivery room if you’re at least 3cm dilated. Anything less and you’ll either be encouraged to return home or have to labor in your hospital room, where no one is allowed in with you. Most public hospitals rooms are shared, and it was my great hope to NOT arrive less than 3cm dilated so as not to have to labor alone. Ospedale Santa Maria Annunziata, where I gave birth, had 3 occupants per room. Another, a bit more infamous hospital for birth, Ospedale San Giovanni di Dio, had up to 6 occupants per room.

To the Labor and Delivery Room!

My husband and I were briefly taken to my room, so I could drop off my stuff. I was the first one in this shared room. I changed into a cruddy nightgown and socks, no hospital gowns are provided in Italy, at least for labor. The midwife chided me because I put on socks instead of shoes, something about “that’s not sanitary”, but I was not about to labor and give birth IN SHOES so she let it drop.

Just kidding, let’s wait in the hallway for a bit

We were finally taken back to the labor and delivery ward, just to be told we had to wait. My room was still being cleaned. There was a little bench in the hallway, where we stayed and watched numerous nurses and maintenance people walk by. Very relaxing and great for having a baby. I jest.

Labor and Delivery Room

Finally, the room was ready and in we went. It was a comfortable, if bare bones room. I enjoyed the birthing ball, something I had always wanted to try. The midwife was nice enough and helpful, bringing a hot water bottle which felt excellent on my lower back, I was experiencing some intense back labor. She even brought a scarf and did Rebozo. My least favorite was having to walk down the hallway every hour or two to the bathroom, it took so long having to pause and breathe through all the contractions, and something about the bathroom always brought on the harder more frequent ones and I would get stuck in there forever. The midwife at least once had to knock and make sure I was ok…Yes, I’m fine, just hanging on to the sink for dear life!

Labor was hard, and though I felt prepared and well read, nothing can really prepare you for the actual thing.

At noon I was still at 4cm with a contraction.

By 2pm I was 6cm, 8cm during a contraction.

Pitocin or water breaking?

When 6pm rolled around and I was still at 6cm, the midwife started to put the pressure on. My water had now been broken for more than 24hrs and I was becoming higher risk. They were going to give me a round of antibiotics, and the midwife gave me the choice of completely rupturing the membranes (as she explained, baby’s head no longer having the buoyancy of the water would put more pressure on the cervix and thus hopefully speed labor up) or administering pitocin. I chose the rupturing membranes option, thinking it would be more natural. The midwife then strongly recommended I go with the pitocin. Why she even gave me the choice in the first place beats me, when she apparently wasn’t actually going to let me choose anyway. I conceded to the pitocin, on one condition: that I be given time to get my labor progressing more quickly on my own, by moving around as much as I could. She agreed. It was 6:00pm, she gave me until 6:30pm.

Having not slept at all for a day, a night, and now into another day, and the last meal I had my body kindly evicted, I didn’t have much energy. I had laid down and attempted to nap during the afternoon but was not successful, contractions were too much. Now the clock was ticking and I had half an hour to get this party started, so you better believe I got up and started dancing, and jiggling, and moving any which way I could. The contractions came on hard and fast, often bringing me to my knees, the back labor was getting worse and worse. But I danced. For the love of my baby I danced, rocked, swayed, and am generally content that my husband is not the type to whip out a camera to capture moments that would probably forever haunt me. Hahaha.

Water breaks

At 6:30pm with a satisfying Hollywood SPLAT, my water fully broke. I DID IT. I didn’t have to get pitocin! From then on my labor sped up, those contractions kept roaring on. Often people talk about contractions as waves, and how you should ride them. If that’s the metaphor, then the waves were crashing all around me and I could barely keep my head above water, let alone ride them. It was especially frustrating when a contraction would come on, and I would feel it peak, then instead of receding the pain would remain. I was hooked up to a monitor most of the time and could see when and how strong contractions were. I realized that even though the contraction would end, the pain was not. Then another contraction would come on. I later learned this is what you call back labor. And it’s pretty awful. I had to be in a very specific position on my hands and knees to keep the pain at a level where I didn’t want to jump out of my own skin. But I kept my eyes on the prize. Soon, there will be a baby! Every contraction is one contraction closer to meeting my baby.

Oh, and while I’m talking about things that are awful in labor, let me mention the drip I was hooked up to for the antibiotics. It had a very short line, so that whenever I dropped to my hands and knees for a contraction, I could only use one hand to support me, I had to keep my other hand in the air so the line wouldn’t jab the needle deeper down into my arm. Ouch.

Shift Change

8pm brought a shift change for the midwives. There was now a student midwife and a new midwife who I jokingly referred to as “my angel” afterwards. She was very kind and helped me so much when I felt tired and stuck at the end of labor. I had now been at the hospital for over 12 hours and things weren’t getting any easier. The student midwife was sweet and helpful, too. She was down on her hands and knees with me, encouraging me and chatting with me.

So…I push now?

It never became abundantly clear to me when it was time to push. I had always heard, oh, don’t worry, YOU WILL KNOW. A few contractions I started to feel pushy. This was probably around 8:30pmish. Then I’d have a few I didn’t. I don’t recall them ever checking me and letting me know I was fully dilated, but I must have been or I can’t imagine they’d let me push. I was pushing without much success, or so it felt. After awhile the midwife had me get into a standing position with my husband on one side of the bed and me on the other, criss-cross arms and holding hands, giving him my full weight during a contraction while bearing down and pushing. Using gravity and my husband’s muscles to speed things along.

Baby’s in distress

At some during pushing, baby started showing signs of distress. I went from making slow, but steady progress to being gently but urgently encouraged to get that baby out. I appreciate that the midwives didn’t make me feel panicky, but I also felt the gravity of the situation.

Having pity on my shaky and exhausted state, they suggested I lay on my side on the bed to deliver baby.

I had read one account of an American woman giving birth at this same hospital, and she was made to change rooms just before baby was born, a.k.a. when walking feels impossible. She had to be practically carried, because apparently at that time you delivered in a different room than you labored in. I was very thankful to find that I was not made to change rooms.

Every time the midwives would tell me what progress I was making, I inevitably ended discouraged. “We can see baby’s head!!!” And I’m thinking, “what?! You can only JUST now see baby’s head? I was convinced the head was almost out!”

The ring of fire is a very real thing. And what I didn’t realize is that contractions become a bit more spaced out while pushing, so wherever baby is when a contraction stops, there he stays until the next one a few minutes later, half out or head out or wherever. Like I said, ring of fire. I felt exceptionally lucid during this point, thinking “huh. So this is the ring of fire. Well here I am, living the ring of fire until the next contraction. So this is what women talk about” and wishing I was more out of it like some women recount being.

9:52pm Elyas Zakariah is born

After roughly 1hr15min of pushing, my baby BOY was born! We chose not to find out the sex, so he was a joyous surprise.

My husband bawled. He later told me he cried half because he was overjoyed and half because he was relieved for me, that it was over and the baby and I were ok.

I was too exuberant to cry, our baby boy was here, and I DID IT!! There is no feeling in the world like those first few moments after your baby is born. Joy. Love. Relief. Pride. Gratitude. I was smitten. My little buddy boy.


Now that same little baby is turning two. My heart and brain don’t quite know how to reconcile that with the all too recent memory of my sweet and funny newborn baby boy. Babies don’t keep and time is a thief.

Here’s to you, Elyas, my boy. The one who first made me a mamma. ❤️ Happy 2nd birthday.

Explore Italy: Naples

Bella Napoli, the city famous for its pizza, mafia, poverty, trash, and charm! Maybe not all of those words jive together, but I can honestly say that Naples was one of the dirtiest cities I have been to while also being completely charming. If you can get past the chaos and unkept streets, Naples has a lot to offer, not to mention the surrounding area!

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Naples in a nutshell

Location: Campania, Italy

Best known for: world-class pizza

Days needed to explore: 2-3+ - to explore just Naples, you could get a nice idea in 2-3 days, but because the surrounding area has so much to explore Naples would be an ideal place to stay a week or more and use it as a base. It’s a very affordable city which makes this easier to do!

What to see and do:

Within Naples

  • Quartieri Spagnoli (Spanish Quarters) - the famous residential area immediately recognizable by the close-set buildings and narrow streets, filled with locals and small shops

  • Duomo - also known as the Cattedrale di Santa Maria Assunta, this is another stunning duomo to see inside and out, even if it doesn’t quite have the impressive surroundings that draw attention to it like, say, the Duomo of Florence or Milan

  • Piazza del Plebiscito and the Palazzo Reale - The large square and palace that is an icon of Naples (Palazzo Reale paid entrance)

  • Napoli Sotterranea (Naples underground) - explore the bowels of the city by guided tour, where you can see Greek and Roman influence and see where many Neapolitans took cover during World War II bombings (paid entrance)

  • Museo Cappella Sansevero e Cristo Velato (Sansevero Chapel Museum and the Veiled Christ) - see the Veiled Christ and wonder just how one goes about carving a veil, the church, and some of the other strange sights this chapel holds. Some of the old rumors are a bit unsettling. Read more here

  • Spaccanapoli - the heart of the old city with many churches and interesting sights, the street that runs between the Spanish Quarter and the Forcella quarter

  • Walk the Petraio - walk up this stone path in the Vomero area, mostly steps, that leads to some spectacular views of Naples and the Bay. If you don’t prefer to walk there is always the funicular!

  • Castello dell’Ovo - fortress right on the Bay with two towers

Surrounding Naples

  • Reggia di Caserta (Royal Palace of Caserta) - the Versailles of southern Italy (paid entrance)

  • Pompeii - ruins of a city wiped out by the explosion of Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD

  • Herculaneum - another town near to Pompeii that was destroyed but well preserved by the volcano ash in 79 AD

  • Mount Vesuvio - The volcano responsible for all the destruction - you can hike around and on it, all the way up to the “Gran Cono”. And yes, it’s still active, but the last eruption was in 1944.

  • Sorrento - a coastal town, you might have heard some songs about it

  • Positano - another coastal town not far from Sorrento

  • Amalfi Coast - the famous coast with viewsssss and winding roads

  • Capri - the island of rugged beauty with upscale shopping and hotels

  • Ischia - volcanic island with hot springs

  • Procida - Naples’ third colorful island sandwiched between Ischia and Capri

Established: founded by the ancient Greeks

Places to eat:

  • Pizzeria Vincenzo Costa Napoli

  • L’Antica Pizzeria Da Michele

  • Gino e Toto Sorbillo - pizzeria

  • Mennella il Gelato

  • Pizzeria Salvo

Typical foods to try:

  • pizza

  • pizza fritta (fried pizza)

  • mozzarella di bufala - water buffalo mozzarella, the best mozzarella you will probably ever eat

  • babà - pastries soaked in alcohol, often rum

  • struffoli - little fried sweets topped with honey and sprinkles

  • sfogliatelle - pastries with an orange scented ricotta filling. There are two types, regular (shortcrust) and “curly” (flaky and crunchy)

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Why I like Naples

It took me awhile to get to Naples. While I’ve long heard about the pizza, the mozzarella di bufala, I’ve also heard that Naples isn’t all that great. It’s a world of its own in Italy, with a dialect that even other Italians can’t understand. People either seem to love it or hate it. Those who love it usually reference the hospitality of the people, the delicious cuisine, and the beauty of the natural surroundings. Those who don’t favor Naples tend to say it’s dirty and unsafe with not much to see.

When we had an opportunity to go to Naples this past April, (read: a “necessary” reason as all of Italy was in a red zone lockdown and you could only leave your house with such), we jumped on it. I mean, worst case scenario it’s an ugly city but we’ll be eating amazing pizza, right? Well, we had a blast. After 4 days I was sad to leave, even though we were traveling with our 6 month old son and Naples’ streets are most definitely not stroller friendly. Word to the wise, if you’re traveling with a young child in Naples (or really anywhere in Italy), baby carriers are your best friends!

There’s nothing like being thrown into the different world that is Naples like stepping out of the train station and immediately witnessing a love triangle showdown by the man who didn’t realize he was in a love triangle. Yelling on the phone, accusing his lady of being with another man. Whatever she may have said to deny it, he continued to stand there on the street corner, yelling into his phone that he can see her walking hand in hand with some other guy, while completely oblivious to the rest of the world still moving around him. Welcome to Naples! Aside from masks, you’d never know Covid was a thing, let alone in a red zone.

We stayed in a lovely Airbnb not too far from the train station. Not the loveliest area, even for Naples, but I didn’t feel it was a dangerous area. The Airbnb was on the first floor (American second floor) with an elevator. Except, the elevator was so small I had to retract the stroller handle to the shortest level, suck in my stomach, and hover over the stroller to get the door closed. My husband (M) took the stairs and met us at the top, only to find the way the door opened onto the landing made it impossible to wheel out. One person had to hold the door and stand back while the other lifted the stroller out and over the steps. Every other time it was much easier for M to just carry the stroller down the steps. While the elevator wasn’t baby friendly, our host had a pack n play all set up for us!

We spent as much time exploring as we could (and eating pizza), putting it under the category of “we’re taking a walk, exercise is necessary” while still being respectful of the rules. I can also tell you by the groups of old men chatting in the piazzas and people everywhere, most certainly not everyone was out with an “essential” reason. Ha. No museums or attractions were open, but we enjoyed our strolls and getting glimpses of the culture and city life. I took hardly any photos, so as not to draw attention to myself as a tourist. Every time I wanted a photo I would pretend I was taking a photo of the baby. “Hey, Elyas! Look at mommy!” :) Not that it probably did much good, all you had to do was watch us try to cross the street to realize we weren’t locals. There was one time I don’t know that we would’ve been able to cross if it wasn’t for the obviously local young woman who barely looked up as she pushed her toddler in a stroller out into the street while texting with one hand. All the cars dutifully stopped, and we dashed along after her.

We had been warned to avoid Spaccanapoli and the Spanish Quarter, as those were the most dangerous parts of town. Mugging and pickpocketing are supposed to be big here. I was even reading this blog from a girl who used to live in Naples who suggested “when you get mugged, keep a 10euro note in your front pocket to throw at them so you can run away safely.” Not if you get mugged…when. Hahaha. Ironically those are places you should definitely see, and we stumbled across both of them. Naples might feel rough around the edges, but as long as you use some common sense and are aware of your belongings, you should be fine. Like any big city. The Spanish Quarter was actually one of my favorite parts, I think we were the only non-residents during our stroll there, and got a unique glance of life there without tourists; the little shops with lines out the door for daily purchases, people reading newspapers on benches, birds singing from their cages on the balconies.

We tried to go up towards Castel Sant’Elmo to see some views, but that didn’t go as planned. With the uphill trek, mostly stairs and us having a stroller, we opted for the funicular. We got our tickets and went up the escalator to wait, only to find we had to pass through turnstiles that the stroller most definitely didn’t fit through. Thankfully some spunky teenager saw us struggling and came over to help us haul the baby and stroller over the turnstile. Did I mention we were trying to stay inconspicuous? We looked around, panting, and…oh no. What turnstiles did we go through? Now we’re in this closed off area that we can only get this…train thing from, the area for the funicular is over there, through those other turnstiles…we were amusingly mortified and mutually agreed there was no way we were lifting the stroller back over the turnstiles to go lift it over the other turnstiles…we were stuck taking the mysterious train to a mysterious destination. It was like an above ground subway, but you had to wait for some doors to open to access the platform. We got on, and got off at the first possible stop. We were…way outside the city in some nondescript area. We took one bus back towards the center but next Google maps was telling us to take the metro, and we couldn’t find an elevator down to the metro station. We decided to walk the hour back to the apartment rather than deal with all the stairs and the stroller. The hour turned into two, with Naples not being that easy to navigate apparently. Sometimes there was no sidewalk, drivers are crazy, and Google Maps led us down all the routes with major staircases. The whole thing was ridiculous and had us laughing.

I think one of my favorite moments was trying to cross at a major intersection. Despite the crosswalk light being green, there was a wall of cars and vespas turning left. When there seemed to be a let up, all of us pedestrians started to cross. Another wave of vehicles was coming, and when a man on a Vespa saw us with the baby in the carrier, he stopped and even held out his hand to stop the car that was turning beside him. He looked at the car and pointed at us, like, “Stop! Look, don’t you see there’s a baby crossing??” And that warmed my heart, that even strangers were looking out for my son.

I didn’t hear as much of the dialect as I was expecting, but when I did, it made me really happy. It’s so fun, and even though I speak Italian, I only understood a few words here and there. I didn’t even know that the guy who was making our fried pizza asked me if I wanted some cracked pepper. What?? Pepe. Oh er, yes please! I hadn’t felt like such a tourist in a long time! I can’t wait to go back and make a fool of myself again.

I guess I should say something about the pizza. When you eat pizza in Italy, you know you’ve found something special, as long as you don’t find yourself in a tourist trap restaurant. But then you eat pizza in Napoli, and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, your mouth explodes. The creamy mozzarella, the fresh tomato sauce that tastes like the tomatoes are still growing on the vine, and the chewy, fluffy, but not overly so, crust that may leave you speechless, having nothing to do with your mouth being full.

Overall, Napoli is a city to be enjoyed without hurry and loved with all of its chaos and rugged beauty.


Explore Italy: Pisa

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Pisa is a rather plain city with the exception of the Leaning Tower of Pisa and the surrounding piazza and Duomo. Tourists throng there, so you’d think it would be a top pick on an Italian vacation, yet people I talk to would always say that Pisa is boring. So is it worth going? Yes and no. Pisa may not be the most exciting of Italian cities, but it does have its few magnificent things to see. If it’s your first time in Italy, I wouldn’t recommend Pisa as a top pick, but it’s worth seeing at some point and easy to get to.

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Pisa in a nutshell

Location: Tuscany, Italy

Best known for: The Leaning Tower of Pisa

Days needed to explore: 1+ - while you can easily see all Pisa has to offer in one day (hint, it’s all in one spot), I’m never going to discourage someone from making a smaller city a home base for doing other day trips. That said, if you’re spending one or more nights in Pisa just to discover Pisa better, I would encourage you to consider other cities instead, but that’s definitely your prerogative!

What to see and do:

  • La Piazza dei Miracoli (Square of Miracles) - within this expansive piazza you will find the top attractions of Pisa: The Leaning Tower, the Duomo, the Baptistry, and the Camposanto Monumentale

  • La Torre Pendente di Pisa (Leaning Tower of Pisa) - The famous tower, choose your side to take a picture, either “holding it up” or “pushing it over” (paid entrance to climb)

  • Il Duomo di Santa Maria Assunta

  • Il Battistero (The Baptistry) - The largest baptistry in Italy (paid entrance)

  • Camposanto Monumentale - considered a holy place because here the crusaders brought holy earth from Golgotha (where Jesus was crucified), just outside the city of Jerusalem. There are many of the most illustrious of Pisa buried here.

  • Stroll along the Arno River

  • Walk down Borgo Stretto and Borgo Largo or “Il Borgo” as the Pisani call it; the main street of the historic Pisa center. Shopping and eating a plenty!

  • Enjoy the night life; Pisa is a young university town with plenty of energy in the evening/night hours

Established: Unknown - it could be by the Greeks, could be the Ligurians; Roman and Etruscan traces have been confirmed. Some say it was most probably founded by the Etruscans.

Typical foods to try: Much of the Cucina Pisana is very similar to the rest of Tuscany. Many typical dishes are simple, nutritious, and what we now call “poor” dishes; whatever can be grown or hunted in the area. Here are some ideas:

  • Bordatino alla pisana - a type of bean minestrone with black cabbage and maybe a bit of lard or prosciutto; a winter dish

  • Pallette - a type of polenta usually served with with a meat ragù; another dish best eaten in the winter months, from September on

  • Pappa al pomodoro - a thick tomato basil bread soup, very traditionally Tuscan. While the description might sound strange, this is one of my favorites! In fact, you can make it easily yourself, find the recipe here.

  • Pasta e ceci - pasta with chickpeas

  • Trippa pisana - a cow’s third stomach (these typical plates are just making you die to come to Pisa, aren’t they??) Don’t be fooled by the ick factor, I’ve tried both trippa and its Florentine cousin, lampredotto, and they’re both surprisingly delicious if you can get over what you’re eating!

  • Dishes featuring seafood - a personal favorite is baccalà, or salted cod

  • Cantuccini col Vin Santo - Cantuccini cookies (like what Americans call biscotti) served with “holy wine”

Why I like Pisa

Don’t get the idea from my frank assessment of Pisa that I’m not a fan. On the contrary, I had a blast in Pisa and would gladly go again. Traveling is more about the company you have than the places you see.

Pisa is about an hour train ride from Florence and the ticket costs less than 10euro. It’s one of the easiest day trips you could ask for. Pisa itself isn’t hard to navigate, once you exit the train station the walk to the Piazza dei Miracoli and main sights is about a half hour pretty much straight north. Or “that way” if directions aren’t your thing.

My husband and I went in March and stayed overnight. Our cheap hotel with the stinky bathroom is not one I’d recommend, but it added to the character of our trip. Moral of the story, if you use Booking.com, make sure to read ALL fine print and read lots of reviews, especially the negative ones, before booking. They always appear nicer on the internet. I would’ve just as soon done Pisa in a day trip, but my husband and I had been talking about going for long enough that we decided we might as well make an overnighter of it. Despite it being the low season, there were still plenty of crowds. They were all concentrated at the Leaning Tower, as you can see from some of the photos, the rest of Pisa is quite tranquil during the day, but by night the city comes alive with locals and students out for a dinner or drinks and a good time. My idea of a good time is gelato, so we hunted down a gelateria. It took a surprisingly long time to find one open for being a student and tourist town, every single gelateria was closed. Sure, like I said March is the low season but usually gelato shops close around January/February, not ALL of them in March when Jenny wants a gelato. We did eventually find one open, Gelateria de’ Coltelli, and it was good! I recommend it.

Pisa was also my first experience with Indian food. I know a lot of people who love Indian food, so I suggested we try one of the numerous Indian restaurants we had passed. Really, so many Indian restaurants in Pisa. I’ve since discovered I love Indian food but that was a very bad introduction. Despite asking numerous times, water wasn’t brought to our table until after our meal was served. So thirsty, pant pant. We were charged for two bottles of water, despite only having one. Then there was this weird green mango appetizer that was so incredibly sour and the pits about took my tooth out. Then we were brought two dishes when we had ordered three, and one wasn’t even what we ordered. Indian food in Pisa? Ummmm I’ll wager any of the others would be better?? Haha! The whole experience was very amusing and a very memorable meal. Makes me laugh to this day.

The Piazza dei Miracoli is really very stunning, I wasn’t expecting to like it as much as I did. Pictures don’t do it justice!

While Pisa is no Paris or Rome, it’s still a fun stop!


Explore Italy: Cinque Terre

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Overlooking Vernazza

One of the most beautiful natural spots in Italy, arguably on Earth, with the crowds to show for it. Cinque Terre is a must-see, made up of 5 little colorful towns perched on the Ligurian Sea with hiking trails connecting each of the villages.

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Cinque Terre in a nutshell:

Location: Liguria, Italy

Best known for: 5 seaside towns with VIEWS of the Mediterranean and hiking trails that connect the towns

Days needed to explore: 1+ - It’s no secret that Cinque Terre is easily seen in a day, the towns are small and there are plenty of trains connecting each of them if you don’t want to hike the trails. You can comfortably see 2-3 of the villages in a day, some might say if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all. I disagree, as I think they each hold their charm, and would encourage you to spend at least one night in Cinque Terre. This is the only way you will see Cinque Terre without the throngs of people. Even if you take the first train in and the last train out, that’s the plan of every other day-tripper. Given the tiny size of the towns and their immense popularity, it can be difficult to secure lodging. While I would recommend finding a B&B within any of the five towns if possible, Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, or Riomaggiore, another option would be to find a place in La Spezia, which is very near to Cinque Terre and the main hub from which to get to Cinque Terre.

What to see and do: The five towns and the hikes in between each! Listed below are the five towns, in order from the direction of La Spezia/Porto Venere towards Levanto, and the hiking trails in between. Cinque Terre and surrounding area is a national park and a UNESCO World Heritage site. If you choose to hike, most paths are free, but the two most popular ones require a Cinque Terre Card.

12km / 7.5mile (5hr) hiking trail from Portovenere to the first town, Riomaggiore

  • Riomaggiore

    1.5km / 1mile (30min) hiking trail (Via dell’Amore)

  • Manarola

    3.5km / 2.25mile (2hr) hiking trail

  • Corniglia

    4 km / 2.5mile (1.5-2hr) hiking trail (requires the Cinque Terre Card)

  • Vernazza

    3.5km / 2.25mile (1.5hr) hiking trail (requires the Cinque Terre Card)

  • Monterosso al Mare

    8km / 5mile (3hr) hiking trail from the last town, Monterosso, to Levanto

Established: Cinque Terre is first mentioned in documents from the 11th century. Monterosso and Vernazza were the first settled towns of the five.

Places to eat:

  • Gelateria Vernazza - Naturally, I don’t have real restaurant recommendations, just gelato. The best gelato between the five villages that I’ve had is in Vernazza. The gelateria is not hard to find as it’s on the main street heading down from the train station.

Typical foods to try:

  • Seafood is the shining star!

  • Trofie al pesto - pasta

  • Focaccia - apparently, a typical breakfast around here is focaccia dipped in cappuccino. I haven’t tried and can’t say I’ve seen anyone do it…but hey, if salty coffee is your thing, go for it!

  • Schiacchetrà - wine of Cinque Terre

More about Cinque Terre

Trains and stuff

Once you start getting into the logistics of how to get to Cinque Terre and move around once you’re there, it can seem confusing at first. Train? Which one? Buses? Boats? While getting to Cinque Terre isn’t as easy as hopping on one train, it really isn’t difficult, either. Once you have your train to La Spezia Centrale (which you could buy in advance or not) you can easily wait until you arrive at La Spezia to buy the Cinque Terre Card. Or you can buy it online here. You can get a 1, 2, or 3 day pass. From La Spezia you get the train that stops at all five towns. If you’re coming from La Spezia, you’ll get the train towards Levanto. Easy peasy. Just don’t forget to validate your train card before getting on the train the first time.

Cinque Terre Cards and hiking

There are two different cards you can get for Cinque Terre. The train card, and the trekking card.

  1. The train card includes unlimited rides on the regional Cinque Terre trains, shuttle buses, wifi, trekking, and free use of restrooms.

  2. The trekking card includes everything but the trains. If you only plan on taking the train once or twice, this might save you money. Otherwise it’s a better deal to get the train card.

A single train ride without the train card will cost you about 4 euros. Using the restroom without a card will cost 1 euro.

The only scenario I can think of where you probably wouldn’t need either card is if you plan on seeing 3 or less towns and only do the free hikes…and stay at least one night…even then I don’t know that that would work, as the paths are often closed so you’d have to plan carefully.

If you didn’t get a Cinque Terre Card or lost it, don’t fret. There is a little outstation shortly into the two paid hikes; they will ask to see your card or you can buy one from them, same price.

You can check ahead of time on this site to see which paths are open at the time of your trip, I’ve personally never been when all four of the hikes between the villages were open. There are alternative routes, all of which are free, even if the main ones are closed, but I don’t have personal experience with those. The whole area has 48 paths, but the main ones are those which go between the towns.

If you plan on hiking, make sure you have proper foot wear. Flip-flops aren’t allowed. I definitely wore sandals before I knew of these rules without any problems. I did the Vernazza-Corniglia hike shortly after it had rained once. Having been a professional ballerina I could say I have decent balance, but I was surprised at how slippery the trail was in certain areas. Steps and rocky areas were a bit scary. I had sneakers on and was still walking very slowly and hanging on to anything I could.

Swimming

If you plan on swimming, Monterosso has the largest sandy beach and sea access, with many umbrellas and chairs you can rent. That’s how beaches usually work in Italy; you rent a spot with an umbrella which usually comes with 2-3 reclinable beach chairs which is yours for the day. If you want more chairs or shade or have more than 3-4 people, you’ll probably need to rent more than one spot. Free beaches where you can just spread a beach towel are not the norm and hard to find in Italy.

Vernazza has a small harbor with water access, you can go swimming and it’s free.

Corniglia has no immediate beach or water access, but there are beaches not too far. One is known to be a nudist beach.

Manarola has some deep water swimming, accessible by ladder for the more adventurous.

Riomaggiore has a rocky beach close by.

For more details and directions, see here.

Why I like Cinque Terre

I’ve been to Cinque Terre a few times, a couple times by train, once by car; a couple times in the summer, once in the fall; a couple times as a day trip, once overnight. It never gets old. My favorite town is probably Vernazza, but I’ve also spent more time there than some of the others.

The first time I went was in 2014 with my family. We went for a day, the whole trip immaculately planned out, as my mom and I were the ones behind the trip planning. We had chosen to go to Cinque Terre because, well, all you need to see is one photo and you’re sold, plus my dad loves the outdoors so we figured this would be “his” part of the trip. We planned to take an early train in, start by exploring Vernazza, hike from Vernazza to Corniglia, eat dinner in Corniglia, then take the last train from Corniglia back to La Spezia and finally Florence, our home base. Everything went great, until the end. We made it to Corniglia, but had a bit less time than originally planned, so decided to get a quick aperitivo instead of dinner. We figured we had about an hour to order and enjoy some beverages, before making our way to the train station. We looked on Google Maps, the train station was just around the corner from where we were, all we need is 20 minutes to get there and get the train, with plenty of time to spare, right? Next thing we know, we have 15 minutes before the train leaves. Well golly, we better get up, tear our eyeballs away from the magnificent Mediterranean, and trot our little tushies to the train station. What we didn’t realize, was that the train station was wayyyyyyyyyyy downnnnnnnnnn a hill, many, many, many, stories of zig-zagging stairs, then a long sidewalk to the actual train platform. Google Maps, without landscape mode, did not portray the descent. I believe it’s now more appropriately called the “cliff staircase”. We zigged and zagged as fast as we could; we saw our train pull up. Did I mention this was the last train of the night, so if we missed it, we’d be forced to try and find lodging in the popular and tiny Corniglia, in August? As comfy as Italian sidewalks are, we didn’t want to sleep outside so we went faster. My dad and brother got ahead of my mom and I; they got to the train. There was a crowd of people coming from the train, including some goats. I managed to leap onto the train as I heard the door start to beep, about to close; I was holding the train doors open with the weight of my body, while we were all shouting for my mom to hurry up, give it all she’s worth, “just jump over the goats already!!!” as she was politely letting them go by, and the train is seconds from departing. She made it, the doors closed a second later, and all was well. Except for the stress that probably took a few years off our lives. We still laugh about the Corniglia train station and steps to this day. Heed this anecdote.

The next trip I took to Cinque Terre was with friends, in a car. I got to enjoy the ride, but I can tell you finding parking can be an ordeal. This time we started at Monterosso al Mare and hiked to Vernazza. There was an elderly woman trying to do the hike, I remember passing them and my party being quite worried about her. But you know what? She made it! We were all very proud. Halfway between Monterosso and Vernazza there was a man making and selling fresh orange juice. If ever there was a genius business move, this was it. It was hot and there is nothing else to eat or drink except for what you carry on the 2-3 hour hike.

Most recently I went to Cinque Terre in October 2019. My family came over to visit, and we all had such fond memories that we had to go to Cinque Terre again. While autumn can be more unpredictable with weather and the trails are more likely to be closed, I think this was my favorite trip. The moody sea and slightly lesser crowds, not to mention this was my first time staying the night. It’s so wonderful once the day-trippers go home! And sleeping with the sound of the sea, mmmm. Having more time, we explored more up and around the towns beside just seeing the main areas and hiking. Lots of stairs, hardly any people, and lots of cool houses and areas with views of the sea, showing just how high you’ve climbed up among the dwellings!

Corniglia

Corniglia


Explore Italy: Desenzano del Garda

Porto Vecchio

Porto Vecchio

Desenzano is a small town on Lago di Garda, perfect for uncrowded strolls down Italian streets with views of the lake and mountains. It’s a quick stop from Verona or Brescia on the train, making it an easy add on to a northern Italy trip.

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Desenzano in a nutshell

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Location: Lombardy, Italy

Best known for: Views of Lago di Garda

Days needed to explore: 1+ - Desenzano makes for a great day trip, although it’s close enough to Verona, Brescia, Milan, Sirmione and other cities of note that you could make it your base, if you prefer bases to be smaller, less crowded cities.

What to see and do:

  • Il Porto Vecchio / The Old Port - the heart of the town and a lovely place to find a bite to eat and enjoy the views.

  • Duomo di Santa Maria Maddalena - must always see the beautiful churches!

  • Castello di Desenzano - it’s a castle, and it has beautiful views. Winner winner. (Paid entrance)

  • Villa Romana - built at the end of the first century AD, this is an important and interesting ruin. (paid entrance)

  • Musel Archeologico - if archeology is your thing, Desenzano has a museum! (Paid entrance)

What style!

What style!

Established: Remains from the Bronze Age have been found, including primitive architecture pile-dwellings that led to it being named a World Heritage Site by UNESCO.

Typical foods to try:

  • Fish - being on the lake, the natural choice is fish!

Why I like Desenzano

Desenzano del Garda was not a city I had heard of until my husband took me there. He lived several years in Brescia and knows many of these little towns around there. We went to Desenzano for a day using Brescia as our base. It’s easy and inexpensive to reach by train. It’s a downhill walk form the train station, and small enough to wonder without a map, just enjoying the shopping, buildings, and nature. I loved walking along the lake, aside from the mountains looming in the distance, it reminded me of my hometown, Traverse City.

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Explore Italy: Gubbio

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Gubbio is a small Umbrian town, known as the “città grigia” or gray city, for its uniform color and terracotta roofs with lovely views of the Appenine mountains. It’s not overly crowded with tourists which makes it lovely for exploring. It has 5 main streets parallel to each other, with each one sitting up a bit higher than the first and connected by stairs. For all its beauty and medieval charm, Gubbio will forever be known to me as the town with the 1,000 year old man and bird-cage lifts.

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Gubbio in a nutshell

Location: Umbria, Italy

Best known for: Being the medieval town with bird-cage cable cars up Mount Ingino

Days needed to explore: 1+ - Gubbio makes an excellent daytrip, although it’s so charming you may want to stay a few nights or even make it a base from which to see some of the larger and more crowded Umbrian towns

What to see and do:

  • Piazza Grande - the large, principal piazza of the city, with views of the valley

  • Palazzo dei Consoli - medieval palace off the main Piazza Grande (paid entrance)

  • Duomo di Gubbio (Cattedrale dei Santi Mariano e Giacomo) - not the most impressive Duomo of Italy, but still beautiful in and of itself and worth a stop!

  • Basilica di Sant’Ubaldo - take the funivia (bird cages, but for humans) up Mount Ingino to get even better views of the valley and Gubbio. The funivia ticket will cost you around 6euro there and back. Max 2 people per cage and watch out, like a true chairlift it doesn’t stop! An operator is there to assist you and a partner into the cage. Once at the top, stop in to see the church and the patron Saint, Sant’Ubaldo himself, who died in 1160, entombed in a glass casket for your viewing pleasure.

Established: By the 7th century BC Gubbio, which was then known as Ikuvium, was already becoming an important city. In the 4th century BC Ikuvium came under Roman rule and became known as Iguvium. It was later known as Eugubium before becoming Gubbio.

Typical foods to try:

  • Anything with white or black truffles

  • Olive oil

  • local cheese and meat boards, always

  • Friccò all’eugabina - a dish comprised of mixed meats including chicken, rabbit, lamb, pork, turkey, duck, or even guineafowl. No, I had never heard of that last one, either. The meats are stewed together in broth, white wine, garlic, rosemary, and sometimes tomatoes.

  • Crescia eugabina/torta al testo - Umbrian flatbread that can be filled with seasonal vegetables, meats, cheeses, and all kinds of yum.

Why I like Gubbio

Gubbio is a city that had never reached my radar but is now a city I wholeheartedly recommend visiting if you get the chance. A good friend of mine spent time in Italy as an au pair, and on a return trip to Europe we spent a weekend visiting her Italian “family” in Camucia. They were lovely and while we had merely planned on spending time with them and probably eating copious amounts of food, they decided to show us around. In a 3 day span we saw not only Camucia and Cortona, but also Gubbio and Assisi. It was a great time.

Having no agenda and no idea what any of these cities were like, it was enjoyable and quite unusual for me to not know where I was going and not having at least an idea of what I wanted to do/see. Instead, it was in the hands of a local family with a car and I tell you, do I love being a passenger. No, I really do. I don’t much enjoy driving. Especially in Italy. They drove, led us to see all the pretty things, and picked out the restaurants. It was like being a young kid again where you just go wherever your parents take you. And not knowing where you’re going, because you can’t understand your parents. Haha. It was great. I highly recommend you pick out an Italian family and let them take you around.

My favorite favorite part of Gubbio are those bird cage lifts. It’s possible to walk up to the church, about 30 minutes really uphill, but it’s probably a good thing i didn’t know that because I insist on walking places too much (hey, I save a lot of money this way). They’re exhilarating, a little bit freaky, and lead to a neat place. Views and that church with the dead guy. I’m sure he was a lovely man when he was alive, but it's bizarre to think that that was so long ago. Yet his mortal remains are still there and so well preserved. Crazy.

Not many cities leave impressions like Gubbio.

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Explore Italy: Orvieto

Orvieto, the old city perched on a rocky hilltop with views of Umbria that make castles look like little specks. Orvieto is reached by funicular or car, either one good for a little thrill.

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Orvieto in a nutshell

Location: Umbria, Italy

Best known for: Being a city on a hill, once an almost impregnable establishment

Days needed to explore: 1+ - While Orvieto can be done in a day, say from Rome, I think it has enough to offer to warrant spending at least one night here.

What to see and do:

  • Duomo di Orvieto (The outside itself is stunning; paid entrance)

  • Pozzo di San Patrizio (Well of St. Patrick, 175ft / 53m deep; paid entrance)

  • Orvieto Underground (can only be seen by guided tour, there are 1200 tunnels carved into the tuff, or volcanic rock on which the city rests.)

  • Etruscan Necropolis (just a 2,500 year old cemetery; paid entrance)

  • Climb the Torre del Moro (paid entrance)

  • Ruins of Etruscan Temple of Belvedere

Established: Inhabited by the Etruscans and known as Velzna until the 3rd century BC when it was taken by the Romans. Orvieto became a full functioning city/state by 1200 AD.

Typical foods to try: 

Look for dishes that include regional specialties, such as black truffle di Norcia, pork, pigeon, and pasta made in house.

  • Gallina ‘mbriacata (drunk chicken) - best if consumed with certain wines, such as Montefalco Rosso, Chianti, Sangiovese, and the like, since the chicken is often cooked in one of these wines

  • Frittata al tartufo bianco (white truffle frittata)

  • Lumachelle all’Orvietana (savory bread shaped like a snail)

  • Zuppa di ceci e castagne (chickpea and chestnut soup)

  • Umbrichelli (egg pasta made with wine in the shape of a thick spaghetti) - try it with a mushroom and boar ragù or a truffle Amatriciana

  • Wine: Try Orvieto Classico and Orvietano Rosso

  • L’Orvietan (local liquor made with more than 25 herbs including rhubarb!)

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Why I like Orvieto

Orvieto made the itinerary when my family went on our first European adventure in 2014. Being on this large tuft of lava rock (called tuff), it offers delightful views of the surrounding region of Umbria, including other little towns and castles. While it is accessible by car, taking the funicular up is super fun! At the top near where you get off the funicular there is an area by the wall with lots of cats. A cat park. If you sit around long enough enjoying the views, you might see the old ladies come and feed the cats. Here, kitty kitty!

There is more to Orvieto than meets the eye. Underneath your feet as you walk around the city are more than 1,200 tunnels dug out of the tuff by the Etruscans. It makes you feel really secure that the city isn’t going to cave in or anything while you’re up there. The tunnels can only be seen by guided tour, and while I’m normally a see-but-don’t-pay-to-go-in type traveler, I’m really glad my dad convinced me to do the tour with him. My dad also decided to go to the barber while we were in Orvieto. He doesn’t speak Italian and I don’t recall the barber being able to speak English, but being my dad, he somehow not only went for it, but managed to come out with what my mom calls to this day “the best haircut he’s ever had.”

We spent 3 days/2 nights in Orvieto in a cute little hotel where the owner would make you a cappuccino or other coffee every morning. After visiting bustling London, Paris, Florence, and Rome being next on the agenda, Orvieto was a breath of fresh air and nice to see a bit of a smaller Italian city.

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I also got my first taste of Italian customer service while here. One of the days I decided on a sandwich for lunch, and since I seemed to be the only hungry one in my family got to pick out this little butcher/lunch place. There was only one man behind the counter and he was on the phone the entire time. I somehow managed to order a dry pork sandwich (no menu, I don’t even know how I arrived at that) and we split a bottle of Orvieto Classico. While the man was inattentive and the sandwich nothing I’d recommend, that was our first experience with Orvieto Classico, a lovely white wine that we still buy regularly. It’s not expensive, even in the States.

If you’re looking for a break from the big cities but still want a city big enough to explore, Orvieto comes highly recommended!

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Well of St. Patrick


Explore Italy: Lucca

La Cattedrale di San Martino


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Of the small, but well known Tuscan towns, Lucca has to be one of my favorites. This post will give you a small taste of Lucca to help you decide if this might be a place you might want to visit.

Lucca in a nutshell

Location: Tuscany, Italy

Best known for: Surrounding rampart walls that can be walked on.

Days needed to explore: 1+ - Lucca makes for a wonderful day trip, but it could also be leisurely enjoyed over a couple days.

What to see and do:

Bird’s Eye View of the Botanical Garden from my favorite spot on the wall

Bird’s Eye View of the Botanical Garden from my favorite spot on the wall

  • Walk or rent bikes for a turn on the walls; once around the city is about 4 kilometers / 2.5 miles

  • Duomo (La Cattedrale di San Martino)

  • Torre Guinigi (look for the tall tower with the tree on top)

  • Botanical Garden

  • Torture Museum? Nah.

Established: As far back as 218 BC, a Roman colony in 180 BC, the walls it is known for weren’t started until the 16th century.

Places to eat:

  • Forno Francesco Casali (bakery)

  • Gelatarium (gelato; self serve in the style of most American frozen yogurt shops)

Typical foods to try:

Walking under the wall to enter the city

Walking under the wall to enter the city

  • Tordelli Lucchesi (the tortelli, or ravioli of Lucca, typically filled with meat, cheese, and greens and served with a meat ragù)

  • Minestra di Farro alla Lucchese (bean and farro soup)

  • Rovelline (fried slices of meat in a flavorful tomato sauce with capers)

  • Baccalà (cured codfish, fried)

  • Pane di Patate (potato bread)

  • Buccellato (a poor man’s bread, made with anise and raisins)

  • Torta co’ Becchi (a type of cake, the one original to Lucca is made with herbs, pine nuts, and a touch of orange)

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More about Lucca

Lucca is small, not too touristy, but has a wonderful, relaxed feel to it and is easily explored in a day. It’s not a high adrenaline city with a long list of “must see” places, but the whole city is intertwined with that Italian rustic romance and charm which makes it perfect to wander along the cobblestone streets, no map needed.

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Walking on the wall

Lucca is probably best known as the town with the outer wall you can walk on. Knowing this before going but not having ever really seen any photos of Lucca’s wall, I was surprised to find how wide it was. I guess I was picturing more of a medieval castle’s battalion and narrow-ish ramparts, but Lucca’s wall is more of a high mounded dirt wall that surrounds the city. It’s wide enough for a paved sidewalk where bicycles, joggers, walkers, and trees alike can coexist peacefully. Cars can drive on the wall even, although they’re no longer allowed. A leisurely stroll around the whole city wall on foot can easily be accomplished in a couple hours, if that. It gives you a lovely view of the town, and my favorite corner has some benches where you can sit and look down into the botanical garden. The garden has a paid entrance but I enjoyed it from the wall maybe more than if I had gone in.

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Why I like Lucca

I went in October and while I’m certain Lucca is lovely year round, I’ve dreamed of going back in October because it felt so autumnal and perfect. I grew up in Michigan where the fall colors are vibrant and vast, so the change through autumn and winter in Italy from green to yellow to brown to not there is so gradual I hardly notice it. This is one reason I enjoyed Lucca so much, it felt the closest to a real fall I’ve felt in Italy. Trees and nature throughout the city also help when you’re surrounded by cement and brick so often.

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Italian Hospital Bag Checklist: What Not to Pack

You have birth support people picked out. You have your birth plan typed up. Your hospital bag has been packed since your 28th week. Your freezer is full to capacity with frozen dinners (and cookies). You’ve been doing your Spinning Babies exercises. You’ve asked your mom/friends a hundred questions just in the last week, and Google a couple hundred more. You’ve read every birth story you can get your hands on. You’re so ready.

The beautiful thing about birth is that you never know what will happen. Each woman, birth, and baby is different. If you’re a first time mom like me, you can do everything in the world to prepare, but nothing will truly prepare you for the experience until you actually experience it. And that’s ok. With all the unpredictability, though, it is nice to at least be ready in other aspects where you can.

If you live in Italy, it’s even more unpredictable. If you’re not an Italian native, you get to add on another layer of unpredictability. If you’re pregnant and giving birth during a pandemic, go ahead and add another layer. Now you have this layered onion of unpredictability; the more you cut into it, the more you might want to cry.

I know, I know, Google doesn’t need another hospital bag checklist. If you’ve been pregnant since the invention of Google, blogs, and Pinterest, you know what I’m talking about. If you took everyone’s advice on what to pack you’d look like you’re moving into the hospital for good. I’m glad everyone nailed their hospital bag and are now suddenly experts on all things birth and babies. If it makes you feel any better, my hospital bag kinda stunk. As you’ll see below, there’s the official recommendation from the hospital, then in italics what I brought/what I would do differently next time. Half the reason my bag was not Mary Poppins’ bag was because of conflicting information from the hospital. Half the stuff they recommended I bring they ended up providing. Other items they discouraged I wished I might’ve had with me.

This is where this post comes in. I shall be happy if I can help one person be better prepared for their hospital stay in Italy. In Florence. At Ponte a Niccheri (Ospedale Santa Maria Annunziata). Before the rules change. Ok, well, at the very least you can empathize and/or laugh at my expense.

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Italian Hospital Bag Checklist: What Not to Pack

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The actual hospital checklist

At my first visit to the hospital at 39+1 weeks, I was given a checklist. A bit late in the game to be receiving it, but better late than never. It was enlightening, as Italian hospitals operate differently than American hospitals and expect you to bring more.

What follows are the hospital’s suggestions on what to bring. (Translation and sometimes paraphrasing by yours truly, oh joy.) See photo for the original list.

Our structure is public, able to provide whatever is indispensable for the hospital stay, obviously ours are all disposable items.
If you’d like a recommendation on what to bring we can suggest:

  1. Breakfast is distributed in a carafe, so a mug and silverware are useful. (Breakfast is milk, tea, coffee, toast, cookies, butter, jam, and honey.) If you have other food habits, they’re not provided by the hospital.

    I had heard stories from other moms about having to bring their own dishes to the hospital, so was expecting this. Ironically I didn’t bring any because labor came on faster than I thought and we accidentally left several things at home.

    The infamous fette biscottate I roughly translated above as “toast” because they’re store-bought, very small pieces of dry bread. Think crouton texture. I had heard about women having just given birth, after many hours at the hospital, to be given as their first meal…fette biscottate. And a cup of tea. 60 calories of refined carbs will get you back your energy real quick after the hardest work of your life. Hahaha. However, I was not served the fette biscottate, but instead a little package of cookies, akin to graham crackers in taste. I even got TWO packages for breakfast. And because I didn’t have a mug, they gave me a tiny plastic cup of caffè latte or tea.

    Also, I would bring your own water and whatever beverages you desire. In my 76 hour stay at the hospital I was never once given nor offered water. When I was escorted to my room at 1am after the birth, I asked for water. All I had was a swig of an electrolyte drink my husband had gotten me during labor, but I hadn’t been much able to drink. That water never arrived so I spent the rest of the night rationing those few ounces. It was so hot, too. I asked again the next morning, and still didn’t get any (Throat…parched…so dry…have pity…pant pant). The coffee tasted wonderful (although I’m pretty sure it was some kind of powder mix) just because I was so thirsty. For lunch visiting hours when my husband was able to come back he brought me a pack of water and drinks. So consider bringing your own!

  2. Lunch and dinner come directly on trays, if you follow particular diets or have food allergies let the staff know so they can present to you a different menu.

    I don’t have any food allergies, but a nurse would come in twice a day and rattle off the menu. There was a surprising amount of choices I thought, and each meal consisted of several different items. It’s hospital food, though, not delicious. But hey, after birth and being generally ravenous after not wanting to eat for 24+ hours, I almost enjoyed it.

    Each meal usually consisted of a choice of protein, choice of bland boiled vegetable, possibly a soup, a dry piece of bread, a mealy apple and some possibly worm-infested plums, with a small cheese chunk and some grated cheese and a little packet of olive oil since these were the “hyper-caloric with supplement” meals for the moms.

  3. Clothing needs to be above all comfortable, for labor and birth a shirt or short nightgown, for the recovery garments that favor breastfeeding.

    The hospital video had recommended 2-3 nightgowns, button up and short sleeve so they can poke you with needles and stuff. I ended up bringing 3 nightgowns and a stretchy comfortable maternity dress for going home. I should’ve brought more, as the nightgown I wore during labor/birth I tossed. (It was old and stretched out, there’s a reason I chose that one.) Which basically left me with one gown per day in hospital. I’m sure that would’ve been fine normally but when your milk comes in and baby spits up…let’s just say I was wet and stained all the time. Bring options if you can!

    It was very hot in the rooms. Even though my clothes were very light I suffered a bit. I would wager it was about 85°F/30°C. Being mid September the weather could’ve gone either way, but leading up to then it was still quite hot. Never touched my fuzzy blanket. With the way Italians use air conditioning I figured it would be warm, I just didn’t expect it to feel like they had the heat cranked.

  4. Disposable underwear are the most practical, but what you use daily is also fine.

    This is where information I received started conflicting. At first I heard to bring the Depends type disposable adult underwear, not pads. I originally didn’t want to because when you break it down, it was about €1 per disposable pair. I had decided to get some pads since they were cheaper, then once things slowed down switch to my trusty ModiBodi period undies. I didn’t want to be chided at the hospital for not bringing what they recommended, so I ended up buying one pack of the Tena disposable undies when I found a good sale. Yes, they were very nice, secure, and comfy. Not too cumbersome either. I recommend them. But are they necessary? No. Postpartum pads and nighttime pads were fine, too.

    All that deliberating on my end of what to buy/bring, and the hospital provided pads. Sure, they were roughly the size of a small magic carpet and without any adhesive to keep them in place, but that would’ve saved me time, money, and room in my hospital bag if they had just said they provide them.

  5. Instead of a bidet towel a roll of toilet paper is more practical given the abundant blood loss after birth.

    Spoiler alert: despite having heard from others that hospitals don’t have toilet paper, this one did. That roll of toilet paper in my bag? Didn’t need it. (Maybe I should’ve TPed them? Lol)

    I wondered if the hospitals might have bidets, as that might render the classic postpartum peri bottle redundant. I had looked and looked, but could only find these much fancier “portable bidet” bottles on Amazon for €15ish. Why can’t I get a peri bottle for a few dollars like in the States? Feeling quite proud of myself, I got around the problem by buying a food condiment bottle for €2, basically the same thing as a peri bottle and cheaper! But. The hospitals did have bidets and the midwives were probably quite amused by this American carrying around her salad dressing bottle.

  6. A towel and washcloth for everyday hygiene.

    I packed soap, a washcloth, and towel, but no shampoo. I figured I would have my hair freshly washed before going to the hospital and could survive just fine washing my hair after at home. In real life, labor came on quickly and none of that “try and sleep, shower, do daily life until you can’t anymore” stuff happened. And when labor came on, my hair was dirty. No washing it now! Because of this, I had my husband bring me a bottle of shampoo. In the end I didn’t get to use that either, being alone in the hospital, who was going to watch my newborn while I showered? (No bathrooms in the shared rooms, you had to go down the hall, and there was only one shower.)

  7. Comfortable and washable socks/slippers.

    Yes to comfy socks. I brought an old cruddy pair to wear for labor and throw away after I was done. For the rest of the time I brought a pair of flip flops; that was a good choice since the maternity ward was so hot.

    When I first arrived at the hospital I was shown my room and locker for my stuff next to the bed. I changed into my nightgown and socks and the midwife who was waiting to escort us to my labor room immediately started chiding me that wearing socks in a hospital was “unsanitary.” Sorry, but I’m not wearing shoes while I’m laboring! And why do they list socks if they’re going to give me a hard time about it?

  8. For your baby if you want you can bring your garments (pajamas and clothes or onesies).

    If I want? Is my baby going to go home naked? Hahaha.

    The hospital video mentioned bringing 2-3 outfits and 2-3 onesies for baby. Similar to clothes for me as mentioned above, I would bring more for a 3 day stay, for similar reasons. There’s milk, spit up, and that wonderful meconium.

    You might also consider bringing a few size options, just in case your baby is born bigger or smaller than you expect. Coming from a family of big babies, I had no reason to expect my son to come out not even 7 lbs/3.1kg. Poor little guy, all his clothes were huge on him for the first month of his life.

  9. 1 pack of nighttime pads for mamma.

    See #4. Might make more sense to put these next to each other on the list? What do you think, would they let me rewrite their list for them?

  10. 1 pack of diapers for the baby.

    The video that was so hard to understand from the hospital we thought had said no diapers, but now we need to bring them? Ok.

    Then we show up to the hospital and they provided diapers. That now makes half of my hospital bag redundant.

Pacifiers are generally discouraged because they can interfere negatively with breastfeeding.

The day we left the hospital the pediatrician recommended we wait until baby is at least four weeks old before introducing a pacifier, so as to establish a good breastfeeding relationship first.

This was fine by us since we had more or less decided not to introduce pacifiers unless we felt a desperate need. That desperation beset us by two weeks in, but at that point baby boy clearly had NO confusion that the pacifier wasn’t his mama and wanted none of it.

For the first days after birth the use of nursing pads are also discouraged.

I’m actually not sure why they say this, I haven’t heard this anywhere else. If you know, please let me know in the comments or drop me a message, I’m curious to know!

For me, they would have been very useful in the hospital, I was so very leaky. Might’ve looked a little less “Singing in the Rain” and a little more Audrey Hepburn.

Ideas of what TO pack

Here are some more ideas I heard from people I trust. While I packed some of these myself, I didn’t touch a thing in my bag during labor or birth. I thought it out so carefully, what I thought I might like and be like during birth. Nope. It was labor and that was it. No trinkets. I would have so loved having my mom or doula there, experienced women who know childbirth and could have proactively helped me and anticipated my needs. My husband was lovely, but he was as new to the experience as I was. The midwife was in and out, and didn’t offer a whole lot.

  1. Hot water bottle

    I didn’t pack this, but this is one of the few things the midwife offered and it provided some relief from back labor, at least somewhat for an hour or two.

  2. Tennis balls tied in a sock

    For massaging. Sounded nice in theory, used to use those a lot after ballet class.

  3. Essential oils

    It’s better to bring some cotton balls or smell the oils straight from the bottles than apply topically. Some women have very strong smell aversions, and what you love one minute during labor you might not be able to stand shortly after. It’s much easier to close a bottle or toss a cotton ball than it is to wash an oil off your body. I had with me lavender, lime, and clary sage, simply because I thought those might be nice during labor.

  4. Music

    It’s funny that I didn’t think about it at the time, but my room was completely silent. Looking back I think music would’ve been nice, and in a way also helps you mark the passage of time. I had picked out what music I wanted to listen to on Spotify beforehand, but never thought about it in the moment.

  5. Homey items

    Anything that reminds you of home and might make your birth area more comfortable.

  6. Washcloths

    These can be multi-purpose, use with cold water during transition or pushing while you might be hot, sweaty, and possibly nauseated. Or wet with hot water to provide comfort to muscles and other body parts.

  7. A concentration token

    A meaningful object to focus on. I chose a necklace in the shape of my home state, Michigan…that stayed around my neck and I forgot was there until after baby was born. Hahaha.

  8. Flameless candles

    I didn’t bring these, but I thought they were a lovely idea for ambiance. A hospital isn’t going to let you burn down the building, but flameless or some kind of twinkle light would be neat!

All these are lovely, some I had in my bag. None I used. Their existence was completely forgotten during those long hours. Oh well, maybe next time!


Pregnancy: The Italian Edition - Part 3

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Pregnancy: The Italian Edition - Part 3, the Third Trimester

The hot Florentine summer was now in full swing, as was my third trimester. Normally in the States checkups increase in frequency in the third trimester to every two weeks. Here they remained once a month, so I only had 3 appointments with midwife, plus the third trimester ultrasound. Once you reach about 40 weeks you start going to the hospital once a week for a checkup.

We had since moved from the outskirts of Florence to a small town outside of Florence called Figline e Incisa Valdarno. Technically we now lived in a different township, so we would need to change our official residency before we could change primary care doctor and possibly midwife. However, to change residency you need to fill out a form, provide documentation, then wait for the police to come to your home in the hours you wrote that you would be home every day. You don’t know what day they’ll show up once you submit your residency request. For my last residency I stayed home during the hours I said I would, every day like a good girl. When did the police show up? NOT during the window of time they were supposed to! And I had left. Thankfully my husband was home, he let them in, showed them an ID of mine, and that was good enough. I’m certainly not going to complain that they didn’t insist on coming back another day, but it does rather defeat the point of ensuring I truly do live there, as anyone could give an address and leave an ID! Because the process can be a bit lengthy, I decided to not go through all that and just keep my doctor and midwife, even if it meant over an hour in public transport in 90-100°F weather. Buses, trains, stores are all air conditioned in theory, but Italian air conditioning is not 68F American A/C. The nicest department stores usually have theirs set around 80°F. Public transport usually ends up being a wish and a thought, something like warm, stuffy air blowing on you. I would keep napkins in my purse to put on the (empty, thanks social distancing) train seat opposite me and prop up my feet to keep the swelling down. That way the train manager couldn’t say anything to me, as I’m not dirtying the seat!

Chapter 13: The 7th month checkup

The morning of my 7th month checkup when I went to the lab to do bloodwork, the area had been rearranged. There was a new waiting area setup outside the lab in the courtyard, complete with a new number screen. After my number was called the first time for “accettazione” I returned outside to wait for the second time my number would be called. I settled in for the long wait, and after almost an hour I started to realize that people who had arrived after me were already done. I decided to go inside to ask. They had continued calling numbers without ever returning to call my number the second time. If this number system had changed, they neither explained this to me nor gave me a new number. The lady at the fold-out “reception” table didn’t know why I hadn’t been called back. She stared at the screen for a bit, then told me to “go back and ask.” Ok, um, where exactly? I went back to the room indicated, and found several nurses sitting there and no one getting their blood drawn. I told them what happened and the one nurse immediately invited me to sit down. So they’re back here with no one, and I’m out front forgotten. This is a fantastic new system. Love it. Now up to see midwife.

At my sixth month checkup I had made sure to inform the lab and midwife of my new address, since the old would still come up when my tessera sanitaria/healthcare card was scanned. Midwife offered to put me in touch with the midwives at the Figline hospital, but for reasons already stated I declined. She said it pleased her to continue to follow me through the end of my pregnancy. This made me feel nice, as until now I had no idea what she thought of this strange pregnant American in Italy. Well, at least she’s enjoying herself! Last month’s checkup was the rushed one, and she neither mentioned my weight nor brought up the glucose test. The window for doing the test had passed and midwife didn’t sign and stamp it, therefore I couldn’t have done it if I had wanted to! Such a shame. After weighing me and seeing I had gained .5kg/1lb more than I was supposed to in the last month, she once again asked if I had been eating a lot? Like a ninja I circumnavigated the subject quickly; I was not getting into this again!

I was to remind midwife this appointment to change the date of my third trimester ultrasound, since she had scheduled it for an earlier date than is ideal, just to make sure I at least had one booked. July/August are when all the Italians go on vacation. She looked for a new date for me, but there were still none available. She said she would call me if she managed to get me another. If not, at least I had one.

Now being seven months pregnant and realizing that I was very little prepared for the task of birth ever looming, I was ready to grill my midwife with questions. Hospital tours were a no go, birth classes and mom support groups cancelled, and when it came to actual hospital procedures midwife was not forthcoming with information. It also didn’t help calm my nerves that the Covid rules were in constant flux. If a regulation changed, by the time midwife was informed it had probably already changed twice more. This was frustrating for both of us, but couldn’t be helped.
Following are some of the questions I asked midwife:

  • Will my husband be allowed in with me?

    At Ponte a Niccheri, yes. I would get tested for Covid, and as long as I’m negative, he doesn’t need to be tested and can be in the labor room with me. This wasn’t the case at Careggi, where husbands also had to be tested. I had seen other women’s stories where the husbands’ results didn’t come back in time and they missed the birth. This is another reason Ponte a Niccheri was more appealing!

  • Is a water birth possible?

    Yes, but that’s something I’d have to ask for at the hospital.

  • How many days will I be in the hospital?

    Given there are no complications, about 3 days for a natural, 4 for a caesarean.

  • Is skin to skin contact a common occurrence?
    Yes, skin to skin contact is encouraged, as Ponte a Niccheri is a very family oriented, physiologically-minded hospital.

  • What happens if I go into labor early?

    I go to the emergency room. No need to call midwife.

Midwife also mentioned I could go to the hospital’s website and find some videos for birth preparation. I was expecting maybe some birth classes and other helpful things. Alas. There were maybe 4-5 low-quality clips of varying degrees of unhelpfulness. No birth classes. One had strange music with some weird artwork and a midwife talking about the role of hormones in pregnancy and what a special time it is in your life. Um. That’s lovely and all, but how is this helping me learn how to most effectively get a baby out?? The only slightly helpful one had a midwife talking about what to bring to the hospital. A written list would’ve been more helpful, so I didn’t have to keep rewinding (is that called scrubbing nowadays?) and writing down what to bring. The sound quality was also such that I had to ask my husband at one point what she was saying, as I still couldn’t understand after listening to it 4 times. After playing it 3 times more for him, we finally decided she was saying we don’t need to bring diapers. Needless to say, the hospital was also leaving me to be very…independent in my birth prep, to put a positive spin on it?

Favorite take-aways from this appointment:

  • Per usual, one of the first questions midwife asks is if I have any new bloodwork results for her. This time I had to say no, because the results from last month never showed up in the mail, they must’ve gotten my new address wrong. She sent me down to the front desk to get the results, which only took a couple minutes (I guess she can’t or didn’t want to access the results from her computer) and I gave them to her. She asked if I wanted a copy or to wait for my results to come in the mail? Uh, it’s been a month, I don’t think they’re coming? I then looked at my address on the paper and showed her that indeed the city was wrong. They’re not going to be showing up to my place anytime soon!

  • When midwife measures my uterus, she always has me go to the bathroom first. I find it ironic that she weighs me, chides me on my weight, then asks me to go to the bathroom so she can get an accurate measurement of my uterus. Ha.

  • Parting comments from midwife: “Don’t eat too much fruit or sugar.” “You have a very nice look about you.” So which one is it? Careful what you eat because you’ve gained too much weight, or I look good? Haha!

Chapter 14: Certificato telematico

I was supposed to get the “certificato telematico” from my midwife, a form you need in order to apply for the standard 5-month paid maternity leave in Italy. As it turns out, she wasn’t able to get it for me, it had to be my primary care doctor or a gynecologist. Getting it from my doctor would be problematic, because he’s very hard to get ahold of, especially since Covid. So midwife said she’d try and get ahold of one of her colleague gynecologists, get them to fill out this form for me, and email it to me. If this didn’t work, I’d have to come to an appointment with a gynecologist to do the form. She made me an appointment in case she couldn’t get it, but the earliest appointment was the next week, which would be after my maternity appointment at CISL. Ergh. It was also the same day and time as my currently scheduled ultrasound that she had tried unsuccessfully to change. She suggested I try and get ahold of my doctor and in the meantime she would see what she could do. The problem with my primary care doctor is that he only takes patients by appointment since Covid. To make an appointment you must call, but he only answers one of his numbers, sometimes, if you sprinkle a little pixie dust, and you’d only know this number by showing up to one of his offices to find it’s closed and need to call this particular number. After numerous tries, the doctor did answer and I got an appointment. AMAZING.

My appointment was at the same time that the doctor’s office opened in the afternoon, and I got there early. How American of me. I rang the bell but no one answered. I realized the lady across the street parking her Vespa and having a chat was the receptionist, as she yelled across that they weren’t open yet. About 5 minutes after opening time, she unlocked the door and went in, letting me come with her. She told me I could wait in the waiting room, and 45 minutes after my appointment time the doctor decided to grace us with his presence. Once he got settled in his office he called me back and we got to work getting the certificato telematico. In the end it was the receptionist who did everything, she only needed the doctor for a password sent to his cell number. He and I just sat by and watched, making awkward small talk about Italy and America, poverty, and how young I am. 27 isn’t that young I didn’t think. “No, you’re veryyyyy young.” Ok. An hour and multiple attempts later, because the INPS site that the certificate is downloaded from was having problems (shocking), I had the certificate in hand. I almost didn’t get it, and since my maternity appointment was the next day, it was very important that I get it. It was close to a miracle that I walked out with the certificate in hand!

I called midwife to let her know I obtained the certificate and she could cancel the other appointment with the gynecologist. In other good news, she was able to switch my third trimester ultrasound to a later date.

Chapter 15: Maternity leave appointment

Armed with the certificato telematico and all the other required documents, I headed off to the INPS/CISL office on the far side of Florence. I waited my turn outside on one of the few plastic chairs before being called in. The signora set everything up for me and soon I would have the standard 5 months maternity. What she failed to explain was that I would have to come back after baby is born to continue the maternity. I thought the 5 months maternity started at 7 months pregnant, then continued until baby was 3 months old. Nope. You get 2 months (roughly, depending on when you give birth), then you go back after baby is born to get the last 3 months. I discovered this when the payments stopped. A couple phone calls and appointments later it was remedied, the usual run around. I’m thankful to be getting any maternity at all though, I know not everyone does!

Chapter 16: Baby bonuses and an expired permesso

There were a couple other bonuses and such for new parents and babies, there was even a special one for babies born in 2020, the pandemic babies, haha! I was unable to apply at the same time as my maternity appointment however, because I didn’t have a currently valid permesso. (Permesso di soggiorno, or permission to stay, is what allows me to stay and live in Italy.) My permesso had expired back in March, and I had applied to renew it by the end of February.

Because applying for and renewing permessos can take so long (up to a year or beyond, for a document that is valid generally from 1-5 years), when you submit your application/renewal request at the post office you are given a receipt, which is valid as your permesso until your appointment at the questura (police station). Your appointment is usually 2-4 months after submission at the post office. Once you go to your appointment, it will take another 3-6 months or longer to receive the notification that your permesso is ready for pickup. Keep in mind the average weight time at the actual questura is about 4-5 hours. You may be given an appointment time, but really you have to get there as early as possible, 5-6am ideally, and wait in a line that wraps around the building. They don’t actually open until 8am.

Upon submitting my renewal request in February, a few days later I received a text message and eventually a letter in the mail confirming my appointment at the questura for October. I was instructed to bring that letter with me to the appointment. 8 months later? Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, things are extra slow with Covid. A few days after that I received another text message informing me that my appointment was changed from October 2020 to end of January 2021. Huh. As I write this, I still haven’t been to my appointment. That permesso receipt is getting very faded and wrinkled in my purse. I get to go wait at the questura with a 4 month old baby in January during Covid, yay! Prayers and snacks appreciated.

How does this tie into the pregnancy novel? Because the permesso receipt wasn’t acceptable to apply for these other baby bonuses. I would have to come back when I have my new permesso. Which would be in more than 6 months. The signora suggested I go to the questura and hassle them to try and get my new permesso sooner.

On our way back home we stopped by the questura to see what could be done. The police officer at the door said he wasn’t the one to ask, come back tomorrow morning. The next morning we came back to ask. This police officer informed us that, due to Covid, all permessos that expired after January 31, 2020 were automatically extended until 31 July. Originally I believe it was until June 15, but a few days before they had extended the extension. This means that, at the moment of my appointment for the maternity and baby bonuses, my permesso was technically still valid. But we didn’t know that in the moment as the law had just been passed the day prior, and news had apparently not reached the signora helping me. Oof.

Chapter 17: Renewing, once again, the tessera sanitaria

As you probably don’t remember back from part 1, my tessera sanitaria had expired the same date as my permesso, in March. When I renewed it I was only given another 5 months. That time was drawing to an end so off I was to try and renew it yet again, so I wouldn’t have problems in the next couple months with giving birth and all.

I arrived at the same ASL office where I had renewed it last time. I waited, and when someone finally walked by I asked if I could renew my tessera. She said I had to make an appointment and told me what number to call. On my way out I happened to run into an acquaintance of mine who works in that office. He informed me that because the permessos’ validity were being extended, therefore also my tessera validity should be extended. So instead of expiring July 31, it should be valid until August 31. Not super helpful as that just had me renewing my tessera again in a month, just weeks before my due date. He said he would check to make sure mine was extended, and kindly took my information. For some unknown reason my card had not been extended and did indeed expire in July. But he was able to renew it for me, with a simple email sending me a temporary tessera with the real thing to follow in the mail. So easy, and now valid until January! So I can forget about that until at least after baby is born, phew!

Chapter 18: 3rd trimester ultrasound

Off again to the Palagi hospital for my final ultrasound. Once we arrived huffing and puffing at the top of the hill, I headed towards the main entrance as that’s where I was redirected to last time. Now there were big paper signs redirecting us to the side entrance. We climbed the steps and I entered alone, sad that my husband didn’t get to experience a single ultrasound with me.

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I wasn’t entirely sure where to go, since it was different every single I had been there, so I went to the accettazione/CUP area to see if I could check in and ask. I took a number and when I was called the lady barely glanced at my appointment paper and told me to head up to the third floor. This was the same area I had been last time, so felt semi-confident in what I was doing. I reached the waiting area and sat down. I was the only one there for the longest time. Then a doctor appeared and called my name. He promptly disappeared beyond the door and by the time I reached it (8 months pregnant and not exactly moving at the speed of lightning) he was nowhere in sight. I thought I saw him head towards the right, so I headed to the right and looked both ways down the hallway. No one. Ok, well I was called from the left last time so that makes more sense. I turn around and headed to the left. I look down that hallway both ways. Not a soul. Well, this is just embarrassing. I head back to the right again. Still no sign of the living. Where did he go?! Just as I’m wondering, “now what do I do??” I hear him yelling “MORRIS?” from somewhere down the hallway on the right. So I yelled back “where are you?!?” with a hint of despair in my voice, like the sophisticated person that I am. He shouted back some stellar directions, something like “back here” and I somehow managed to find him further down the hall, around the corner, in his room. There you are, Peter!

The first few minutes of the appointment the doctor was on his phone, talking about how tired he was, he was on his last patient of the day, almost done, etc., while I got out my tessera sanitaria and appointment slip for him. When he had hung up and and seemed in a good place with the computer stuff, I ventured to ask if it would be possible for him to write down on a slip of paper baby’s gender, without me seeing. My husband and I wanted it to be a surprise, but with Covid it was looking all but certain that my mom wouldn’t be allowed to come to Italy for the birth. We had decided to ask the doctor for the slip of paper, and I would show my mom the paper over FaceTime without me seeing it. That way she would know and could have fun preparing a little box to ship to us, blue or pink items, that we would open after baby was born. The doctor interrupted me before I had finished, “no.” It was so blunt, I figured he must be joking, right? So I sheepishly finished, to which he didn’t respond.

I laid down and he commenced the ultrasound. He didn’t say much and the whole ultrasound lasted maybe 5 minutes? I knew the second ultrasound was the longest and most thorough, but still, it seemed too brief. I had a couple questions I wanted to ask him, but hesitated because of his abrupt response earlier. I finally got them out and he responded genially enough. I asked baby’s position, is he/she head down, and he was. He actually went back and found baby’s back to show me, and took some screenshots while he did so (he hadn’t even looked at baby’s back and wouldn’t have if I hadn’t said something, he was about to finish!). Then I was done, he handed me the photos and never mentioned the note with baby’s gender. I guess he really hadn’t been joking, and I didn’t want to push him, so I left. It was weird.

Chapter 19: 8th month checkup

I went into the eighth month checkup feeling quite lighthearted, thinking this was my last appointment with midwife (it wasn’t). I could gain all the weight I wanted in this last month and she’ll never know, ha! Next step, hospital and birth! At the same time, I felt a bit in limbo since my midwife would not be present at the birth, and I wouldn’t know any of the midwives at the hospital while I’m giving birth, so I felt…like an orphan?

You see, in Italy the midwife or gynecologist who follows you only does so for the clinical visits. Once it’s time to give birth, whichever midwives or doctors are on duty at the hospital you’ve chosen are the ones who will be assisting your birth, people you’ve never met before. If you want the same medical professional to be at the birth, you’d have to go into the private sector.

I finished my last round of blood work, which went smoothly for maybe the first time ever? It went quickly, only 30 minutes, I wasn’t forgotten, and when I was called back I went to a different room than normal, which was bigger and had a comfy chair. I was the only one in that room and the nicest young nurse took my blood, she spoke English and it really made my morning! I also picked up my lab results from last month, since they still didn’t arrive at my new address.

All the usual checkup things happened, weight, blood pressure, uterus measurement, listening to baby’s heartbeat. Except, we were in a different room than usual this day which caused some discrepancies in some measurements. At first my uterus wasn’t measuring the right size, then midwife realized it was a different exam table and I was lying at a different angle. Since we were also using a different scale than normal, she didn’t believe that I had only gained 2kg/4.5lbs this month, and actually waited for the doctor using our usual room to finish with her patient, then escorted me into that room just to weigh me. And she was correct, that scale read a bit more. So she felt vindicated that I couldn’t possibly have gained the correct amount, but she didn’t go beyond “aha, I thought so”. It seems every other appointment she decided to make a big deal out of it, but thankfully this wasn’t one of those.

This appointment also included the crowd favorite from the libretto di gravidanza, the vaginal rectal swab (to see if you’re positive for Group B streptococcus). I didn’t know what to expect for this; it’s basically like a Pap smear but with no speculum, just a long Q-tip, therefore less uncomfortable. Dear midwife cautioned me right before doing the swab that I might feel some discomfort. I laughed and said something to the effect of “if a little Q-tip causes me discomfort what am I going to do about the baby that has to come out in a few weeks??” She laughed. She didn’t laugh often. I think that was a very American moment for me.

I made sure to tell midwife this appointment about some preeclampsia symptoms I had been exhibiting. Each one could easily be explained away with the hot weather, but when just a few days before this appointment I had a severe headache that ended in vomiting, I wanted reassurance. When midwife took my blood pressure it was a bit higher than usual but nothing alarming. She recommended I check it once a week. Pharmacies in Florence center were not allowing people to have their blood pressure measured due to Covid regulations, but midwife suggested I try where I lived as their rules might be different.

To my surprise, midwife scheduled one last appointment with her, granted I didn’t go into labor beforehand. She also scheduled my first appointment with the hospital, about a week before my due date. The hospital later called me to tell me where and when to come for the Covid test.

Chapter 20: Where to check blood pressure during a world pandemic?

A week later I was supposed to get my blood pressure checked. I tried asking at the pharmacy in Figline. They also weren’t allowed to check anyone’s blood pressure during Covid. They suggested I try across the street, where there happened to be a Red Cross. I went across and rang the bell, and a man came down and kindly agreed to measure my bp. This involved going out and opening the garage door and getting into the ambulance. To my dismay my blood pressure was higher than it had been yet (135/91).

The next day I decided to go pick up my lab results from last week, and to see if they would measure my bp. After the higher reading yesterday I wanted to check it again, but didn’t necessarily want to have to measure it in an ambulance every day. My results were ready and I was relieved to see no protein in my urine. After asking at the front desk who sent me back to the lab who sent me back to one of the rooms who sent me to another room, a nurse cheerily took my bp which was back down to 128/80. Still not my normal but at least lower.

After that my husband suggested I get my own bp cuff so I can measure it at home every day. Midwife had said to check it weekly, but never actually said to let her know, or even to let her know if it was above a certain number. I sent her an email with all my numbers anyway. Haha.

Chapter 21: The 9th month checkup

Now I finally could rejoice in my last midwife appointment! All the normal proceedings happened and midwife seemed almost, dare I say it, affectionate? She even went as far as to say, “ah, if only everyone were like Jenny” after asking me to do something that I had already done. I’m no exceptional being, but apparently one of the few organized people in this country? Haha!

Favorite take-aways from this appointment:

  • Midwife recommending some breathing/birth films to look into to help me in labor…uh, better late than never? I’m over 38 weeks pregnant here…

  • Midwife explaining to me what contractions are . “It’s not constant pain, like a headache, it come and goes. Like a wave.” Again, if I didn’t already know this at almost 9 months pregnant, what am I doing here? I may have spent most of my pregnancy in lockdown but I wasn’t in a cave!

  • As I’m leaving and we’ve already said our goodbyes, midwife follows me out of the room and leans over the railing as I walk down the stairs. “Best wishes, you’ll do well, let me know how it goes! I can hear by the sound of your footfalls that you carry yourself well.” Such high praise! I just might miss this lady.

Chapter 22: Covid test and 1st hospital checkup

At 39+1 weeks pregnant I had my first appointment at the hospital. I had no idea what to expect, other than the Covid test and maybe a cardiotocography, the last exam in my “libretto di gravidanza.”

When the hospital contacted me they told me to come at 7:30am for the Covid test, no other option. That meant a 4am alarm, a walk, a train, and two buses to get to the hospital that early. The bright spot was before getting the second bus we would stop and get a fresh pastry and cappuccino. No one mentioned fasting for this test so I took full advantage! We got to the hospital about half an hour early, and went to the old ER as I had been instructed. We passed the abandoned triage tent, up the steps and found the door to the ER locked, but the lights were on. Not a soul was around so we went back down the steps to see if there might be another entrance. After passing some areas that didn’t look fit for human habitation, we approached some other doors. Two guards at the door started taking our temperature before we could ask where to go for the Covid test. They told us to go to the old ER. And if we were just there and no one is around? “Oh, well you have to knock.” Naturally. We returned to the old ER and tried knocking. A couple other pregnant women had started to show up at this point as it was almost 7:30. Finally a nurse fully garbed in PPE showed up and told us to hang on, he can’t let us in until at least 7:30. Mind you, just beyond the doors is the empty waiting room and out here it’s a crumbly cement landing and stairs, no seating. My husband asked if the 9 months-pregnant women might be able to wait in the waiting room (might be nice)? The nurse looked behind him at the room and decided there was no harm in it.

A bit past 7:30 and the PPE nurse came back to give his Covid spiel, as for most of us this was our first time. Someone had told me they would probably do the Covid blood test instead of the dreaded swab, and I wish this had been true. It wasn’t, hence the spiel. So remember, if you’re getting Covid swabbed:

  • You will be swabbed down the throat first, then in each nostril.

  • Be careful not to accidentally touch the sample after you’ve been swabbed, or it will be considered contaminated and you’ll have to redo the whole thing. Even if it just grazes the outside of your nose.

  • Don’t touch or sneeze on the nurse or he has to go change all his PPE.

  • Don’t make any sudden movements, especially during the nose swab, as you could cause yourself serious injury.

  • It’s a normal, physiological response in pregnant women to gag/vomit after the throat swab. Likewise, watery eyes and crying after the nose swab is also normal.

  • If you do have to vomit, please vomit in the designated bucket next to you. Vomiting on the floor will shut down the whole Covid testing operation while they have to clean and sterilize the area. Please, please, we beg of you, vomit in the bucket.

  • The samples will be sent to Careggi hospital, once there it will take about 12 hours to get the results. You’ll only be notified if you’re positive.

  • Your negative test result is valid for one week. This is more than the standard 48 hours since it is assumed pregnant women are already cautious and at home more, therefore less likely to contract Covid-19. You will be tested once a week until you give birth. (No time like the present to eat spicy food and go for some nice long walks!!)

  • The record number of tests for a pregnant woman (at that hospital) is 5 times. Try not to beat her record.

Since I was the first one to arrive, I was also the first to be called back. I generously tried to offer the lady after me my spot, but she didn’t go for it. Back I walked (waddled?), checked that my name and birthdate were correct, and sat in the chair. I confirmed the trash bag-lined box next to me was the vomit bucket, pulled down my mask, and I was ready. I overzealously thrust up my chin, which I was asked to lower some, opened my mouth and back went the long, long Q-tip. The nurse asked me to say “ahhhh” three times, and just when I thought I might actually lose it, that part was done. With the removal of the swab I did have a healthy gag, but my breakfast stayed put. Then up the nose went the swab, where the nurse seemed to enjoy sweeping out the cobwebs. With involuntary tears now trickling down my face, I thanked him and leapt out of there, probably leaving the remaining dozen women filled with even more trepidation, seeing me coming out “crying.” About as unpleasant as I was expecting, and secretly hoping baby might arrive before next week.

Now not even 8am, I headed around and up to the main hospital area. Midwife had asked me what time I wanted for the hospital appointment, I had the choice of between 7:30am-10:30am. I opted for 10:30, not knowing at the time that the Covid tests were only at 7:30. So would I now have to wait over 2 hours? I checked in and waited in the hallway seats, where many other people were waiting for various reasons, as many different doctors’ rooms were just off this hall. The first three doors were for the midwives, and I settled myself in for a long wait. I had barely started writing some cards when a midwife came out and called each of the pregnant women waiting and told us to remember a number she gave us. I was number 5, so figured I would be the fifth called back. She asked us to be patient, since there were many of us and only two midwives working. Not even half an hour later and the other midwife called me back. She escorted me to a different wing of the hospital and unlocked an unused room. I felt kinda special and also a bit relieved to get away from the hubbub in that other area. She hooked me up for the cardiotocography, and I got to listen to baby’s heartbeat for almost an hour. I pressed a button every time I felt a kick. The midwife in the meantime entered all my information into the computer. When she was done she sent me back to where I was waiting originally, to be called a second time. The same midwife called me 5 minutes later, and this time she used an ultrasound to measure the amniotic fluid. I still had plenty, then she realized I wasn’t even 40 weeks yet, why ever did I come in so early? I explained that midwife made me this appointment. She understood, I was just doing what I was told to do. Oh well, no big deal. She made sure I was feeling alright, no major contractions, bleeding, my water hadn’t broken, or any other complications or signs of labor. Should any of those happen I was to call or come in to the hospital. I refused the pelvic exam as I really didn’t see the point and it’s not completely risk free. If nothing happened I was to return to the hospital a week from today, she made me a slip with the appointment which I took to the CUP area to make an official appointment. Then I was done, about the same time my appointment should’ve started at 10:30! Now, can this pregnant lady get a nap or what?

Chapter 23: 2nd Covid test and hospital checkup

Now at 40+1 weeks pregnant and no new developments, I was off to the hospital again. Here we were once more up at 4am to be there by 7:30. We walked past the empty triage tent and up the stairs to the old ER. The doors were still locked. We knocked, no one answered. After a few more women had arrived we heard someone shout up at us, “Covid testing is no longer in there! Wait by the triage tent while we get suited up.” It was the nurse, just arriving. So we all waited on the overgrown lawn (garden?) while the nurses prepared everything. They went through the swab spiel, and I was first up…again. Early bird gets the first Covid swab! This time there was just a chair setup outside the tent on the grass. I confirmed the location of the vomit bucket, and was ready. Maybe because I opened my mouth wider and said “ahhh” more confidently this time, it wasn’t as long or as awful. I didn’t gag and my eyes only watered, no actual tears escaped. The nurse even complimented how well I did. Why thank you, this isn’t my first rodeo. He said “see you next time” to which I genially replied, “I hope not!” Spoiler alert, I got my wish, as two days after I would go into labor.

Then it was up to the hospital for my second checkup. My appointment was earlier this time, 8:30am, but it didn’t really matter as I was called back almost right away. I sometimes think they put the time on appointment slips just to look pretty. I was in a shared room today for the cardiotocography, then was called to another room for the amniotic fluid assessment. Everything was in order, and I had the pelvic exam done today since I was now technically overdue and curious. No dilation but the cervix was softening and baby was at -2. I was sent home with the same instructions from last week and an appointment for the next week, an appointment I would never make it to…dun dun!


Are you still reading? I’m impressed. Now go make cookies or something! :)

For the culmination of this pregnancy journey, read the birth story of Elyas here. You can also find the birth story of Miriam, baby #2 and born in the STATES, here.

Pregnancy: The Italian Edition - Part 2


Pregnancy: The Italian Edition - Part 2, the Second Trimester

Chapter 9: 4th month checkup

After more than half a dozen appointments and tests in less than two weeks, things finally settled down into a less hectic groove with just once a month midwife appointments and blood work. If I remember correctly, blood work for a whole skew of things is done once in the first trimester including for toxoplasmosis plus a urine test, then the toxotest is done about once a month through the second and third trimesters. I told you they’re serious over here about toxoplasmosis! On the other hand, in the States you’re likely to have your urine checked at each visit, where here in Italy there is a urine test only once per trimester.

Now in the midst of the lockdown in Italy, only I could enter the building for my appointments, with a mask now required everywhere. They would ask what I’m there for, check my temperature, and send me on my way with a pump of hand sanitizer. Midwife now not only had on a mask, but also plastic glasses, shower cap, and full medical cape. She told me once again not to fret over the coronavirus and said that all the medical staff in the building had been tested for Covid-19 in recent days and were all negative.

So the 4 month checkup passed uneventfully, midwife each time gathering a bit more history, checking blood pressure and weight. This was the first appointment we listened to baby’s heartbeat! The third month appointment she elected not to since I had just had my ultrasound days before, didn’t want to “disturb baby more.” Boo. I wanted to hear the heartbeat! She wanted to know how much I weighed when I was born (didn’t know in kilo!), if I was breastfed and for how long, what kind of birth my mom had with me, and all the same stuff for my husband. He was born in rural Tunisia in the 80’s at home, so uh, no, he has no idea about any of that nor would there be any records!

We discussed birth options. I think it would be neat to have a home birth, but my apartment wasn’t very comfortable and didn’t have space to blow up a birthing tub, plus I’d have to pay a midwife in private to come to my home for the birth, which would be about €3.000-€3.500 my midwife told me. Come June she said to remind her and she would book some hospital tours for me at Ponte a Niccheri and Careggi’s Margherita Center, depending on the Covid situation. She told me right away that the hospital for me would be Ponte a Niccheri, they’re very naturally inclined (as I desired) and she said the birth ward is midwife run and they would “coddle me.”

Chapter 10: Second trimester ultrasound

Off to the Palagi hospital once again for my 20 week ultrasound. Having been here twice before for the anatomy screening stuff, we knew where to go. Or so we thought. A phrase including “I know” in Italy will almost always have you eating your words. We started walking up the hill towards the “women’s center.” Halfway up some man yells at us, “hey, you’re not supposed to be up here, didn’t you see the barricade? You have to pass through the main entrance.” Oh sorry, actually no, we walked right past because the barricade was open and not closed…

We go back to the main entrance where only I am allowed in. They take my temperature, pump of hand gel, and indicate where I can walk along the taped designated walkway. I then take the inside route to the women’s center, up six flights of stairs, down the narrow hall, long hall, anddddd nobody around? Hello? Where do I go? I finally see another pregnant lady and we find mutual comfort in both being lost. At that moment a doctor comes out of a room and we ask for help. She asks if we’ve already checked-in? The other lady had, so she was told to go one place, while I was told I needed to go to check-in first. Which is where? She indicates that I need to go back down the long hall, narrow hall, down to the third floor. Ahhhh ok. I still had time before my appointment (always give yourself extra time, peoples) so I wasn’t worried. I make it to the third floor and find another strange wing of the hospital that I tentatively start to traverse. X rays? No. Oncology? No. No no no. Ultrasounds, yes! I turn down that hall. Ok now where is the reception? I see a little office on the corner, but there is a sign saying “accettazione” is —->. I walk down the whole hall, no reception. I try to stop a passing nurse but she just brushes me off. So I turn back to the little office to inquire and realize that this really is the reception. That arrow on the wall indicating down the hall? It really just meant you needed to turn the corner to talk to the reception from that side, not the other side. A+ for clarity, guys! There are two nurses studying something on a computer. They ignore me. Finally I ask if this is where I can check in? They tell me to wait for someone else to come help me. A doctor walks past me, she asks if she can help me? I tell her I just need to check in…? Ah, someone else will help me with that. While I continue to wait by the reception, the doctor instructs some other women where they are supposed to wait. Maximum 3 in the waiting room, one out in the chairs in the hall, the rest down another hall. Another nurse shows up and I tell her I need to check-in. “What? Oh you don’t need to do that! Just go sit in the waiting room.” Oh. Ok. I poke my head in the waiting room, but there are already the max of 3 women in there. So I just stand in the hall, as it seemed the easiest spot to stay socially distanced. A nurse passes by and says I can’t stay there, I have to wait in the waiting room. Right then. The only seat at least 1m/3ft from another woman is one of the “don’t sit here, please respect social distancing measures” but I sit there anyway.

My appointment time comes and goes, every single woman is called back except for me, including women who had appointments at least half an hour after mine. Finally after more than an hour of waiting I asked a doctor (who had come to call back a woman who wasn’t there) if I would be called soon? She asked my name and brusquely told me I’m not on her list. But she seemed to pause in her tracks…”you’ve been here an hour waiting for an ultrasound? Well your doctor has already moved on to later appointments!” She leaves. Cool. I wait to ask at reception what the deal is. While I’m waiting another woman comes in and asks me if she needs to check-in? I apologetically tell her that I’m really not the one to be asking, I was told yes, no, and am a currently forgotten patient. At that moment another doctor appears, looking for a patient. The woman who had just asked me about check-in is the patient the doctor is looking for. The doctor starts loudly scolding her saying she couldn’t find her and she needs to stay in one place, etc. The lady responds that she was waiting where she had been told to for over half an hour and just came to check if she needed to do anything! They yell at each other back and forth a bit, then go on to the appointment. Mmm lovely energy in that room. Love the bedside manners here.

I ask at reception about my appointment. After the usual struggle of “what?!” When I give my name, which apparently comes from outer space, she says I’m on the list and they will call me. She suggests maybe it’s better to wait in the now empty hall seats just in case, so I’m more visible. After a total of 2 hours waiting, I finally get called back!

This doctor was much kinder than my first experience. Ultrasound went well, baby is healthy, got some good mid-kick images, even if those cute, whole baby side-profile images don’t seem to be a thing here? Ah well, got some great feet pictures and spine pictures and other things I have no idea what they are. Nothing like having a completely opposite experience from the first ultrasound, even down to the paper towels. This doctor only gave me maybe two pieces that wasn’t enough for the copious amount of gel she used. As things were going well, I didn’t want to risk her wrath by asking for more paper towel. But I’ll take a kind doctor with my shirt adhering to a sticky belly over an irritable doctor any day!

Chapter 11: 5th month checkup

Once again more Covid security measures were in place. My chair was now placed so far from the midwife’s desk that it was resting against the exam table, and there was a plexiglass screen on her desk between us.

The 5th month check-up was not as enjoyable, for the main reason that I was chided on my weight and thereafter thoroughly quizzed on my diet to find the weak link. I had arrived early that morning to do the routine toxotest blood work (done in 15 minutes!! So fast! On the down side, I now had to wait over an hour for my appointment but…hey pastry and cappuccino!), and ate breakfast just before my appointment since the blood work is supposed to be done while fasting.

Per usual at the beginning of the checkup midwife asked me to step on the scale, always with shoes and jacket on. As she adjusted the scale she asked if I had eaten a lot. “Why yes, actually I just ate breakfast before coming in.” “No, no, I mean in general.” Oh…I head to sit down but she stops me and asks me to turn a circle so she can “look at me.” “No, the tummy is about right,” she says to herself. Now feeling like an elephant on display I tell her I don’t think I have been eating a lot. I would say I’m normally a healthy eater, and have been even more attentive recently. She wanted to know what I’ve been eating, because I had gained too much weight in the 5 weeks since I last saw her (3 kg/6.5lbs instead of 2kg/4.5lbs). I eat a little bit of everything but mostly vegetable based meals and fruits…”Ah, fruit you say? Too much fruit can make you gain weight…” I certainly haven’t been eating THAT much fruit…”Do you eat bread?” Yes, but not excessively…”How about pasta and rice?” A couple times a week I eat pasta (hello, Italy) but not rice often…not to be discouraged by my lack of confession, she kept trying…”ah, you like your sweets, don’t you?” This is true, but again, I have been mindful of what I’m feeding baby.

Midwife still doesn’t seem to be giving in, so she takes my chart and pushes it towards me, to show me my weight gain. She shows me where I had gained a bit extra after the first trimester but didn’t say anything because, as she figured, I had been sick in the first trimester and needed to gain a little extra. At this point I’m starting to get a little irritated and was thankful that my mask covered most of my face; the only hint she would have that I’m not happy are my eyebrows getting incrementally higher with each question. Finally I try and tell her that I feel GOOD, I don’t feel like I’ve been excessively gaining weight nor eating poorly, so when I gained more than is recommended in ONE week without eating differently, I wasn’t overly worried. This in and of itself should be a good sign, coming from a former ballerina who has spent most her life being very weight-conscious and staring at her reflection in the studio mirror. I know my body and I know what my diet has been. She seemed pleasantly surprised to hear I had a scale at home and had been keeping track, and confirmed that I too, had seen the weight gain? YES, can we please stop talking about this now?! I kept my tone civil, but inside my thoughts were more akin to: “I feel awful” - “don’t cry” - “if she keeps on like this, maybe I should just get up and walk out?” - “just smile and nod” - “should I come up with some ridiculous story, like I’ve been eating McDonald’s every day, sometimes I even order a salad with my big mac, fries, and shake? I don’t always get the shake, but if I do, sometimes I’ll skip my daily gelato!” :D

We finally agreed that maybe it wasn’t my diet, but the exercise. Ya know, I’ve been stuck at home during a world pandemic for two months and not supposed to leave my residence, not even to go for a walk? Since the exercise restriction had been lifted the week before, we concluded I will go for not one walk a day, but two. I didn’t bother bringing up the fact that they never weighed me in the beginning, just asked me what my pre-pregnancy weight was. I knew what it was, and so I told them. I never thought to clarify that that’s my morning weight, no shoes, no coat, and before breakfast because that’s the most consistent way to weigh yourself?

Real life: Eating a gelato

Real life: Eating a gelato

Midwife was about to let it go and move on to other subjects when she lets out an “aha! You like your potatoes, don’t you?” Inwardly sighing, no, nope. “No, I don’t care for potatoes that much.” She just would NOT let it go. She never thought that, all things considered, gaining 1 or 2lbs outside the “clinical” range, during a world pandemic is maybe not a big deal? That maybe not every single woman should gain 25lb-35lbs because every body is different? That people gain weight differently, vary in height, babies’ weights vary, and a woman’s water weight during pregnancy can vary? I’m no doctor and not here to suggest throwing out the clinical weight guidance, but a woman who is 5’1” and gains 35lbs probably wouldn’t be given a hard time, and yet a woman who is 5’11” and gains 40lbs might be shamed because she gained 5lbs too much? Maybe you can tell that this bothers me, but I didn’t appreciate being quizzed and feeling like midwife didn’t believe me. And despite reassurances from both my husband and mom that I shouldn’t worry, I couldn’t help but have this little midwife on my shoulder every time I went to eat something for the next few days. Shouldn’t eat that. Maybe I should skip the olive oil on my salad? Aw man, I want a cookie, what would midwife say? Then I would constantly have to talk myself out of it and not feel guilt anytime anything entered my mouth. I’m not implying that I don’t think a medical professional should be able to discuss weight concerns with a patient, but there is a way to go about that, and it certainly doesn’t involve quizzing, guilt-tripping, or not believing the patient.

At the end of the appointment midwife said I would have to do the glucose test for gestational diabetes if I gained 3kg again by the next visit, instead of 2kg. Despite the fact that I have 0 risk factors for gestational diabetes aside from this 1 week weight gain. But I think all women in America get this done regardless, so there’s that. I’ve heard it’s not a fun test but it wasn’t the test itself I dreaded, it was the next weigh in.

Chapter 12: 6th month checkup

The fateful day when the midwife would weigh me had arrived. Silly that that was the thing weighing most on my mind, no?

By now I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm of doing any blood work on the same day as my midwife appointment. The way it works to get blood work done, is waiting. Lots of waiting. Namely, sitting in a large, cold, grungy room while staring at a screen waiting for your number to be called. During Covid they would leave the doors and windows open often, so dress warm! This particular place had a malfunctioning number system, the same numbers would be called repeatedly, creating confusion. The first time your number is called, you go back for the “accettazione,” or handing over your tessera sanitaria and slip with the tests you need done. Then you go back to the waiting room and wait again, until your same number is called a second time, at which point you go back to one of the other rooms and they draw your blood. Then you’re done and you can either come back and pick up your results in a week (depending on the tests done, of course ) or have them mailed to you.

Knowing it could take anywhere between 20 minutes (as it did the second time I did bloodwork) to over 2 hours (as it did the first time), I arrived with a bit more than an hour to go before my midwife appointment, hoping that would be enough time. Being pregnant, I fortunately did not have to make an appointment to do blood work during Covid times, I could just show up and not only would they let me in, but the people taking temperatures and verifying why you’re there would also give me a priority number. Which I personally find a bit strange, as the vast majority of people waiting to get blood work done at any given time appear to be 60 and older, and although pregnant, I still think most of them should get priority over the youngest person waiting (usually me). As the time for my 11:00 appointment neared I despaired of getting the tests done that day. It is a bummer that these tests need to be done while fasting and I would have walked, taken a train, walked some more, and waited an hour without eating all for nought. At 10:50, just as I was thinking I would need to head upstairs for my appointment so as not to be late, my number was called to go back to accettazione. After handing over my tessera sanitaria I asked the lady what my chances were of being called back to get blood drawn within the next ten minutes? She replied not to worry, I could come back down after my appointment without having to wait with a new number, as long as I was back by 12:00 when they close. That should work, my midwife appointments are generally 30-45 minutes, so that should get me back down here just in time!

I scurried up to the waiting room, arriving at 11:05, to wait for my midwife to call me back. I waited, and waited. 11:15. 11:25. 11:30. Where is she? I won’t be able to make it back down now to do the blood tests! Urgh. Did she come looking for me at 11:00, and I wasn’t here yet? I am normally early, and she often calls me a bit early, so maybe she thought I wasn’t coming today?? Finally at 11:35 she appears and apologizes for being late today. She sees my folder out with the test papers and asks if I have more test results for her to look at? No, these are ones I was supposed to do today but ran out of time. She suggests I run down and do the blood work and then return to her. I felt bad about that, since I’d be making her wait. She then suggests we do the appointment really quick, so I can get back down by 12:00. That works! I had no burning issues to discuss with her, so she made photocopies of my most recent tests, weighed me, took my blood pressure, made sure I was feeling ok in general, and then off I was! Fastest appointment ever, only 15 minutes! Didn’t even have time to chide me on my weight, aha! She did have to take my blood pressure twice since the first time was higher than usual. The second was better, if still a bit high, but she said it was her fault since she had stressed me trying to figure out how to fit everything in.

Now 11:50, I hurried back down and was able to get my blood work done, hurray! No wait, either. Now, where’s my pastry???

Thus marked the end of the second trimester appointments.


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