We’ve been in Lucca since the campervan night in Porto Venere. I was really sick the first day we were here and had my worst day as a parent since Neige was born. Mike had taken her out so I could rest for most of the day, but once, thinking that she would sleep too, he left her with me and she woke up 15 minutes later and would not stop screaming. I texted and called Mike, but our phones chose that hour to not send or receive texts or calls. It was only the second time that I have put her down while she was crying and walked away and the first time that I felt absolutely helpless. I went out on to the balcony and shut the door and sat there, still totally sick and so upset. When I came back in, she had totally stopped (after screaming (at me?) for literally 30 minutes) and was just looking at me like nothing happened.
Since then, I’ve been recovering and things have been getting easier with Neige, but we’ve definitely had to address some beliefs about sleep and bed times and such.
Lucca has been a nice place to recover. It’s pretty touristy, which means there is a lot open and there are lots of artists around. Today (our last day here) we discovered the most delicious chickpea bread, which had we discovered it before, may of overdosed on. We’ve again been renting an Airbnb, this time across from one of the many churches with a cool balcony that faces a whole bunch of other balconies and feels like we’re sharing a backyard with 20 people.
Some highlights were 1) a concert by an american college choir in the church across the way. Neige and I only stayed for the first three songs, but I was brought to tears during two of them. Mike stayed the whole time. 2) some delicious lunches 3) tons of naps 4) laundry WITH a dryer.
Tomorrow, we head to Florence to meet the Goldsteins. We are both pretty excited about it!