You may recall that we left Italy in haste. It was snowing, we were rushed saying goodbye, passport control thought I was a disable woman kidnapping a baby...it was not your normal departure.
We arrived in Australia all in one piece, all in nice comfy one piece since my lovely aunt had paid for us to fly business class. I had two crutches, we had two kids and we had a few too many carry on bags. We had managed to sleep on the flight, the kindly business class stewards even gave us an extra seat so bel bambino could sleep in his own recliner rather than on our laps. I was apprehensive about re-entering the country as bel marito was entering on a permanent spouse visa, bel bambino had his Australian passport and poor bella bambina...well she had to enter with her Italian passport on a 3 month tourist visa. You could say I was stressed about how dodgy the situation looked.
I actually felt a little anger as we got off the plane. I had bella bambina strapped into her baby bjorn and waited for my wheel chair assistance. I forgot that Australia is very precise, very careful and by the book place. Here you don't mess with the rules and the health and safety rule is that you cannot sit in the wheelchair with a baby strapped to you. Fair enough I guess and I should have known that but I had been living in the land of anything goes for 6.5 years so found this rule rather harsh. Could bel bambino sit in my lap? No. Could I pile my lap high with carry on bags? No. If I wanted the wheel chair it had to be me and my crutches alone. So we didn't take the wheel chair. My anger cleared quickly when I saw passport control just down the hall and realised I was only going to have to walk a short distance.
The passport lines are long, I was nervous, tired and jumpy. Finally it was our turn. I faced the passport man, smiling as I mustered the courage to tell him my life history. And so I began. My daughter only has a three month tourist visa as we didn't have time to get her a passport, I began. Ok fine. Fine? No, I thought he wanted to hear more. My son and I were hit by a car and we meant to get her the passport but we had to go in person to Rome and we couldn't. No problem, on you go. No problem? I have copies of my x-rays if you want to see them. No that's fine, go through. But..but... Bel marito gave me a push and through we went ahead.
I had wanted to tell my story. I had been preparing for a good 20 hours (flights from Italy to Australia are long, you have time for a lot of things) and now here I was and the man just let us through. So it was a rather smooth re-entry. The airline did loose our pram (it was delivered two days later) and we managed to put all our suitcases and carry on bags and bel bambino on the trolley as we made our way past the dogs (they check for hidden things in your suitcases) past the security checks and out onto Australian soil.