One year of Harvey

Harvey, better known as captain cuddles, has been with us for a whole year now and what a rollercoaster it has been!

At the beginning it was very hard for me to adjust to the fact that the exclusive relationship with Catherine was over: I felt sad, guilty and I missed our time together. Now, seeing their bond growing stronger everyday, I don’t feel guilty anymore and I truly believe that our family is complete.

Harvey has been around for a little bit over 365 days:

365 days of sleepless nights, of early mornings and luke warm coffees.

365 days of laughs and tears, of wet kisses and of broken nights.

365 days of 3 becoming 4, struggling to adjust to each other but loving each other immensely.

I would lie if I’d say it was an easy year: it wasn’t. I struggled so much; I felt lost, lonely and incapable of juggling everything. At the same time this journey has helped me to become stronger. It is during those very intense days that I found the strength of pursuing my dreams. I surprised myself with an energy that I never knew I had. I’ve become more dedicated to my passions, more confident and more driven. I want my kids to grow up and be proud of me, not only as a mother, but as a woman. 

I want them to know that I’ve worked hard to reach my goals and I will teach them to follow their dreams whatever they are: there is no such thing as a silly dream. It’s my number one priority that they will understand that.

I will forever remember that 9th of March 2017. Stopping during the school run to take a picture of the daffodils in full bloom, the first contraction while blowing bubbles with Catherine in the garden, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the desire of making those final exclusive moments with Catherine last forever. The pain while making dinner for Catherine. Her screaming that she wanted pasta with ketchup and me praying for Charles to come home quickly. The taxi journey to the hospital, and the fear that I would have to give birth by myself. The disappointment of needing another emergency c section and then the relief when Charles entered the room.

While I was wheeled to the operating room the song “it’s a wonderful life” was playing on the radio which I immediately interpreted as a good sign. The waiting game to hear a cry while feeling like your guts are being pulled apart, the joy of that cry. 

The sweet memories of our first night together with me worrying because you were sleeping so much (I even asked the nurse if that was normal). That made me think I was super lucky to have a good sleeper, only to be tremendously disappointed the day after hahah!!

Catherine’s birth is quite a blur (after 39 hours of labor and all sort of drugs not a surprise) but Harvey’s is still so vivid and I think it will be forever like that.

Harvey has grown so much: he says mama and dada, he waves “ciao” with his chubby hand, he cruises everywhere, falling all the time (with near heart attacks from my sides) and he is quite a character.

He is surely not an easy kid: still doesn’t sleep through the night, he is so picky with food, thrives on snacks and LOOOVES to cry, so much so that we also call him “The Wolf” haha. I have learned to do everything with a baby (now toddler, pardon me) in my arms and he even follows me to the toilet!! 

Harvey loves soft cheese and croissants (guess I taught him well), LOVES to receive attention and he adores music: as soon as he hears a tune he starts to clap and dance; he makes us laugh so much.

We have thrown him a little party on his birthday so he could have his first taste of cake and I think he loved that! There was cake everywhere but the kids had fun and that’s all that matters!


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