Giulia Bizzotto

Connector, Parent, Philanthropist, Project manager

By nature a curious explorer of human relationships, 5th of 6 siblings , I was born in the early 80’s. Life brought me to live and work in different places: Italy, my mother country, England, Denmark and now back to Italy after 12 years abroad. A penchant for languages, traveling, different cultures and food habits gave me the chance to thrive in International working environment. Currently taking a break from the fashion business who gave me a solid career and experience as Product Development and Sourcing Manager, to focus on relocation, family, personal projects involved within the community I now live in.

First of all my daughters and husband, family and friends in general. I care for them very much. I then am passionate about connecting with people, traveling, study herbs and flowers, singing and cooking.

Buy less and better. Reuse, Recycle, Rethink.

fashion, manufacturing, Product development, project management, sourcing

I gave birth to my second daughter in quite an epic way. My first daughter had seen me in labour for 4 days, so with the second I was absolutely adamant to take it easy. No rush to hospital at first sign of labour, no waiting in triage, no long walks to convince the little one to come faster... just relax, go to sleep and take it easy. Extra cuddles and a great burger with ex- colleagues helped speeding up probably. When in the middle of the night my first daughter woke and wouldn’t settle, I had some contractions who would quickly solve with a couple breathings. But my daughter was clingy and she kept me up sometime, so I took her to bed with dad and went to the loo. My water broke, so I thought: “Ok, something is starting”, but as soon as I stepped up from the seat, something started way too Quick! contractions were already pushing towards the exit...I thought “what the heck is going on with me, this is crazy”, so I was on all fours, trying to delay contractions, call the hospital to be admitted and a taxi to take me there. It took no longer than 2 minutes, taxi waiting downstairs: 3 flights of wobbly stairs, old building in the center of Copenhagen. My husband panicking to call a friend and settle our first baby, take the bag, Run up and down these endless flights of stairs. Me slowly going down, gripping the banister at every turn, praying my body to get to the hospital and starting to realize I probably wouldn’t have made it. I eventually reached the front door and walked the internal tunnel to the main wooden gate: it was usually lit, but the lightbulb wasn’t working that night. It was dark and quiet, a safe place. I opened the heavy gate and stared at the taxi driver who was on the phone noncurant: “Wait a minute”, I said, and went back closing the big gate. The darkness of the abnormally quiet night, the shelter of that covered corridor, seemed better than an anonymous taxi. my husband was lost between the bottom and the top of the stairs... I was alone, standing, facing the wall, still in pjs, slippers and a big winter coat (January) ...a big contraction came, my body felt like flourishing, melting, burning, hot, pushing out against my will...her little head came out, without me encouraging it, quite the opposite in fact.. I knew she was going to come out in full with the next push, so tried calling for help timidly pulled my pants down to the ankle and took a towel out the backpack I took not to stain the taxi. My husband luckily came: “what are you doing here! You should be in the taxi!!” He said. “Andre, her head is out, you need to catch her quick, please catch her, don’t drop her”I replied with no time for terror or panic. The next push came and she was out, in the towel, safely caught by her loving dad. She looked with the big suspicious stare she still has, calm, silent, yet explosive in her behavior. Then things evolved for the better, our friend arrived and a couple neighbors awoke: it turned out they were doctors and took good care of us until the ambulance came. Taxi driver thought legit to come and ask for the taxi fare he waited for... not sure if he noticed my placenta on the floor or the blood spattered stairs ( I was took in to wait in a slightly warmer place)... anyway I was the only one who had some cash and paid him...he wouldn’t go otherwise. Susanna was born at something past 5 am, we were in hospital a few hours, she was healthy and thriving, I required no stitches or treatments and was sent home a few hours later. We celebrated having a nice Thai curry for lunch !! Now I can embrace “ Yes you can “ motto.

Reaching the tip of the nose with my tongue!