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  • Mum Delivers Massive Baby At Home

    YOU CAN DO BIG THINGS! Like push a 14 lb 7 oz baby out naturally with NO VAGINAL TEARING!  4 hours of labor, 15 mins of pushing. ✨Rockstar✨

    You rock Coastal Midwifery!

    “A few days ago I had the pleasure of attending the beautiful HOME BIRTH of this BIG man.

    His mama saw a Licensed midwife throughout her pregnancy and prepared physically and emotionally for the birth of her second baby.

    During her 4 hour long labor she rocked, walked and danced her baby down, she instinctively pushed in the standing position for 15 mins and delivered all….. are you ready for it…. 14 lbs 7oz of him! She was also able to deliver this chunky baby with no tears.

    After doing their research this family chose a midwife to guide them through their pregnancy and birth and were able to have an amazing experience in the comfort of their own home.

    This baby stayed with his mama on her chest breastfed within the first hour. Mama and baby are doing amazing.

    People are capable of delivering their baby, even when they are big! Way to go mama!”

    You can find more info here:

    https://evidencebasedbirth.com/evidence-for-induction-or-c-section-for-big-baby/

     

  • Our bodies surrender to themselves to allow another human into this realm

    I catch myself giggling when I hear boys and men talk about “thick girls” or even body types in general.

    The rhetoric around it is usually 100% the same.

    Big thighs , big butt and big boobs with a small flat tummy.

    I have news for the world. . .

    These tummy’s ain’t meant to stay flat , tight and without stay without flaw.

    Right underneath is the womb, an organ that grows ONE THOUSAND times it natural size to accommodate life.

    WE DO THAT.

    Some of us over and over and over again, some of us back to back to back.

    Our bodies surrender to themselves to allow another human into this realm.

    I remember the day I gave birth to my first who was 2 ounces short of 10lbs. Her father said “Will her belly stay like that forever?”

    I remember my sister holding me as I cried after he said this. My body has already changed so much so to look down and see my body again, 100 times different than it was just yesterday, was hard.

    It made me question my femininity.

    How sick, right?

    Right after birth I was soOo concerned with how my body wasn’t “womanly” enough anymore.

    How fucking insane!

    I just BECAME a NEW woman, an even more powerful one.

    I surround myself with women who love their bodies , women who hate them and women trying to find a way ….and I promise you one of thee single most common “I wish “ is about the TUMMY.

    “I wish I were skinner , I wish my tummy was flat, I wish this cesarean scar was gone, I wish my belly didn’t hang ….”

    Imagine an elephant or a tiger worrying about what their tummy looked like after giving birth.

    Imagine how much that would take away from their journey and how it could eventually put them and their baby in a vulnerable position.

    ITS SO NON ESSENTIAL.

    SO WHY ARE WE ALLOWING THEM TO WIN?

    We must stay awake and shake societies bullshit about youth being the prize.

    Youth is FOREVER FLEETING.

    Wait until you become and elder and have the ability to giggle at such small minded things such as , how thick a woman is or “she ain’t thick if this” or “she ain’t thick if that.”

    Do y’all even understand the stories these bodies carry?

    Some mothers have birthed children who were born sleeping , some have birthed children who left this realm early… it’s not just a belly. It’s life, it’s a LIFETIME, it’s death, it’s happiness , it’s grief.

    To reduce the love gathered inside of me that is proudly displayed on my tummy to anything other than a majestic goddess-hood is criminal.

    Ten lives grew inside of me.

    How ethereal that the proof is right here on my skin.

    I don’t care bout your abs.

    I don’t care about your cocoa butter.

    I don’t care about your lipo.

    I don’t care about your BBL.

    I don’t care about your tummy tucks.

    I don’t care about your sick marketing ploys that day after day try to infiltrate this blissful motherhood I’ve been allowed to experience.

    I DONT FUCKING CARE ABOUT A FLAT STOMACH ANY GOD DAMN MORE. DO YOU HEAR ME?

    I won’t waste another day, dollar, outfit, opportunity because of my skin. I am AMAZING. My body is INCREDIBLE.

    No more of society’s lies.

    It’s a tummy.

    It’s MY tummy.

    It’s mushy.

    It hangs.

    It is FULL of stretch marks.

    It can probably hide a box of crayons in it, if I tried.

    I won’t be reduced to a term like “thick” and I won’t be exiled because I don’t have the flat tummy society screams at women to have.

    Fuck your flat tummy, I like my refurbished water bed.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/jayjrizzy143

     

  • Experiment Shows The Danger Of Covering Babies Pram

     

    ⚠️ I know this subject has been posted many a times, but still to this day, I see babies/ children in pushchairs on very sunny and hot days with blankets draped over them to block the sun and heat out…. PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS!!! ⚠️

    👶🏻 Today I did an experiment with my baby in her pushchair, to be able to show what actually happens to the temperature 👶🏻….

    🔆Dolly had her factor 50, 5* UVA suncream on, her drink to keep her hydrated and sun hat on.

    But it was still hot, so I thought I’d put a blanket over her to block the sun out 🔆

    ‼️ I also popped a thermometer in with Dolly.

    The temperature before a cover over her was about 35 degrees.

    After just 12 minutes I thought I’d see how it was going….The temperature had risen to 45 degrees!! Another 15 minutes later we were pushing onto nearly 50 degrees ‼️

    All I can say is, thank goodness Dolly is a dolly.

    Please, please think before you do this to an actual child as the thought of the outcome is just unbearable.

    Please share the life out of this post to reach people who may not know how severe doing this could be!

    #childcare #safetyfirst #summersafety #stayingsafeinthesun

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/babybondnorthwestregion/

  • Don’t Leave Kids Drinks In The Car Here’s Why

    Just in case you’re also one of those moms or dads who forgets to carry in all the sippies and bottles from the car after an adventure..

    the hubby pulled this one out before going anywhere else with the little one today, it’s got apple juice in it from an earlier trip out.

    I guess it was hot enough to spark his curiosity, and as we found is also hot enough to scold the inside of well anyone’s mouth, but most importantly the little ones. Thank god he found it before she did.

    Don't Leave Kids Drinks In The Car Here's Why
    Don’t Leave Kids Drinks In The Car Here’s Why

    I thought I’d share to help possibly avoid any burnt mouths and also to raise awareness on just how hotttt it gets in a closed vehicle in the summer time. Important to remember that the temperature could have been higher making it more dangerous, had the cup been left longer in the car. 🔥🔥🔥

    Thanks for sharing!!

    1. THIS CUP COULD HAVE BEEN HOTTER BUT WE ONLY LEFT THE CUP IN THE CAR FOR A SHORT TIME SO THATS THE MAIN POINT HERE.

    #2. everyone comparing this to a hot coffee, you’re point is null and void here. I don’t know anyone who sips their coffee right away at 150 degrees so they can burn the inside of their mouth, I mean the coffee cups literally say “caution, hot, will cause serious burns”. I surely don’t know anyone who gives their child a hott coffee. This whole post is about how hot a car can get, so not only are we worried about sippy cups, get ya damn kids out of the car, this is about how we as parents aren’t perfect, and how children can some times get a hold of things before we get a chance to.

     

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/monstrocity93

     

  • Childminder Burnt Babies Feet Because She Kept Crying

    When a mum returned home to her six-month-old baby, she wasn’t met by a smiling happy bundle of joy that she had left earlier. As she returned to her house after being away for a few hours, she discovered that 36-year-old babysitter Ismelda Ramos Mendoza had harmed her daughter.

    The moment she got through the door, she knew something was not right. Upon looking at her baby, she discovered that the soles of her feet were covered in huge blisters.

    When she asked the babysitter what had happened, the babysitter said she had no idea. The mother was not satisfied with the answer and suspected the babysitter did something to her child. She called the police to lodge a claim of child abuse.

    She then took her daughter straight to the hospital after speaking to the police, where she discovered the real extent of her wounds. On both feet, she had severe burns, as if they had been cooked.

    After 36-year-old Mendoza was arrested, it was discovered that she had become angry while she was cooking when the baby didn’t stop crying.

    Mendoza then grabbed the baby and forced her feet into the frying pan as punishment, according to The Washington Post.

     

  • Would You Know What Do If Your Baby Was Choking

    Yesterday we experienced every parents worst nightmare!!!!

    While it’s still raw, I need to share my story to everyone with babies/children just so people know how quickly a child can choke & stop breathing etc in a matter of seconds/minutes.

    Theo nearly died yesterday 😭 because he choked on some food (uk guideline correctly sized finger foods of egg mayo sandwich soldiers & soft melon sticks)

    He has eaten this so many times before. Melon & anything on bread are some of his favourite foods.

    The reason I am telling you is because most of you know how Theo is such an incredible eater & I always had the attitude “It will never happen to me because I’m so careful” I Always sit with him when he eats, I always chopped his foods into “non choking small sizes”.

    I am always so careful, Yet it still happened & We nearly lost our baby.

    I was sat next to him while he was eating in his high chair when i accidentally kicked my coffee over. (I think at that moment I must have startled him while he had food in his mouth 😭)

    You know what it’s like when a drink spills, you naturally jump out your seat & leg it to the kitchen for some kitchen roll or tea towels etc. It took me seconds to run to the kitchen & back.

    I chucked down 5 squares of kitchen roll & that’s all it took time wise. I took my eyes off him for Seconds!!!!!

    I heard a muffled sound, I looked over at Theo to find him slumped to the side of his high chair, blue lips & eyes rolled to the back of his head, having a seizure.

    Some people don’t know the difference between gagging & choking and think they need to listen for a cough to know their baby is chocking.

    THERE WAS NO COUGH TO WARN ME!!!!

    Because there was absolutely no air going in or out!!!!

    He stopped breathing & his whole body went so blue & lifeless he looked dead 😭 An image that just keeps flashing back over & over in my head, that feeling of complete terror as my heart was ripping into a million pieces as I thought I was going to have to say goodbye to the most precious little soul in my life 💔 a moment I’m not sure I will ever get over.

    If it wasn’t for the fact me & Jamie knew first aid & knew to keep going with back blows & chest thrusts until he could breathe . And most importantly called for an ambulance immediately at the start, while I was doing the back blows etc, Jamie was on the phone. I think one more minute & he would have died 😭

    The moment I felt his little body give up, followed by blood coming out his mouth was the moment we both completely lost our shit with panic. I think the whole road could hear our desperate screams. Reality kicked in that we could lose him, because nothing was working.

    But amazingly we managed to get him back after jamie blew a hard, quick breath into his mouth, that must have dislodged whatever it was.

    HE TOOK HIS FIRST BREATH 🙌🏽 after what felt like forever trying to stop him choking. After a few more breaths, He came round all disoriented at first & just wanted to cuddle. Phew….

    But Panic wasn’t over 😫 5 minutes later he had another seizure I’m guessing from lack of oxygen. (Both thinking here we go again, screaming at the operator on the phone, begging her to help us)

    I had to Put him into the recovery position on the floor & had to sit next to him helplessly while he went in & out on consciousness until the ambulance arrived with some oxygen.

    We were taken to hospital & after lots of checks he was so incredibly brave & strong he was sent home later that same night.

    The photo is of him totally exhausted having a lovely snooze in daddy’s arms, having his final check before we went home.💙

    This isn’t an attention message in any way, because he is absolutely fine now!

    it’s purely to make people aware of how easily something like this can happen.

    And please please please do not have that same attitude I did that “it won’t happend to me because I’m so careful”

    It doesn’t matter how careful you are, accidents still happen & this happened in a matter of seconds!!!!

    If your baby was to choke & stop breathing would you honestly hand on heart know what to do???

    Because if you don’t….

    please take 10mins of your time to read the NHS advice for choking page.

    • https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/pregnancy-and-baby/helping-choking-baby/

    And the short YouTube clips of what to do when a baby/child chokes including CPR

    • https://youtu.be/I3pvuYMcPg4

    • https://youtu.be/aXaLc-AwX2g

    I can honestly say through all the panic & upset that our slight memory of first aid helped us save our baby’s life.

    Our story could have been so different but

    We feel so incredibly lucky that he is still alive! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

    There must have been a guardian angel watching over us yesterday 💕😇

    Please feel free to share this story to all your baby mumma friends, I’ll make it public so people can

    ***EDIT*** also ask your friends and family that look after your little ones the exact same question above…. what would you do?

    If they can’t answer, get them to watch the videos too 😊

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/alex.skillen.1

     

  • Baby Badly Bitten At Daycare

    So, I have really been debating sharing this or not. However, I feel that if someone I knew was looking into a daycare for their child I would want them to know NOT to use this one.

    My 3 year old daughter came home the end of May with 13 bites all over her body…. not one, two, or even 3, but 13! I was informed 10 minutes before I arrived to pick her up that day that she had been bitten 5 times on the stomach but that none of them broke the skin. Before I even got there I was furious. In my mind I was thinking five times is way to excessive for my baby to be bit while being under anyone’s “supervision “.

    When I picked her up and got her into the car I was distraught! I literally had no words… I couldn’t even make myself talk to the staff, not that they offered me any kind of explanation other than a little boy bit her and pushed her down outside, but the teacher didn’t notice the bites until they came in for snack. Ok, where were you while my daughter was screaming and crying in the dirt on the playground for help!??

    I called my mother crying and upset and asked what we should do, I could not send my baby back to a place where she had been allowed to be abused. So we made a report and pressed charges, all of which were sustained by DFCS and Bright from the Start. She had bites, and bruises, and marks on her face from what appears to have been caused by being hit in the face per her pediatrician. My 3 year old has teeth mark scars on her body now because someone wasn’t doing their job! Please ask around and research before placing your babies in a daycare! This was at a childcare network in Henry county on Jodeco rd.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/greeneyedblondie16

     

  • To All The Mummies Who Don’t Look The Way They Used To

    To all the Mummies who don’t look the way they used to…

    That don’t feel as confident as they used to.

    Who’s photos are of their beautiful babies instead of selfies because you can’t find a filter to fix the tired eyes or get a decent angle anymore.

    To all the mums that feel like they have lost their identity.

    All those who feel like they have lost friends along the way.

    To the ones who forget what day of the week it is and can’t remember the last time you had a bath or toilet break alone.

    I just want to tell you that you are amazing! So strong and beautiful.

    And that it’s okay to cry and crave just 20 minutes alone.

    You are a superstar… even if you don’t always feel like it.

    Being a mum is hard work and constant.

    Every day you make it work and get up the next day to do it all again. Be proud of yourself.

    Every day you become stronger and more inspiring to other mums just trying to keep it together too.

    Go Be Your Own Warrior 💜💜💜

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/BethHarris1234

     

  • Birth Trauma-The Walls Are Caving In

     

    The room is caving in

    My vision is blurred and skewed by tears and my eyes trying to squeeze so tight to block it out

    The pain

    The bright lights

    The sensation of that needle and thread sewing me together

    The most sensitive, central part of me

    Over

    And over

    “Open your legs please!”

    “Why can’t you use the stirrups here?”

    I don’t think they believe me

    I swear my legs won’t go up there

    My pelvis might break open!

    They don’t know me

    “Wider please!, just let your legs relax ”

    But I can’t

    My legs won’t open, they won’t bloody relax

    I want to snap them firmly shut

    I want everyone to Fu*k off

    Where’s my baby?

    I have forgotten about him

    He is quiet. Is he cold? Is he ok?

    I can’t focus

    When will this torture be over?

    I’m shaking all over uncontrollably

    I am cold

    I squeeze my husbands hand tightly

    His tension so palpable yet helpless to do much

    I don’t think I have any tears left

    “Try the gas” they say, “I’ts good for you” they say

    I suck, hard.

    Steady breaths in and out of the elephant -like tubing and hard plastic mouth piece

    But I hate this even more now

    I’m Dizzy

    I feel out of control, losing grip of my thoughts

    Nauseated, a dread deep in my stomach

    Where’s the sick bowl?

    I grip the moulded grey paper for dear life

    I can feel everything

    The pulling

    The tightness

    Pinching

    Prodding and poking

    It ends with a swift invasion of painkiller tablets into my back side

    And finally its complete

    I am completely numb

    They pack up and clear the room

    Just as quick as they filled it

    Voices still friendly and cheery

    Their day continues.

    Their shifts end

    But my nightmare has just began….

    Welcome to postpartum

    https://www.facebook.com/Lorrellileena/

  • Dear Mummy I Forgive You

    My daughter and I just had a knock-down, drag-out bedtime hour. Finally, about ten minutes ago, I put her to bed and through clinched teeth said “I love you, Holland, but not another word tonight. You are going to sleep now. I’m done fussing over stuffed animals.”

    “Mommy?”

    I paused on the way out the door, literally biting my tongue I was so frustrated.

    “What is it, Holland?”

    “I DO have one more thing to say.”

    Of course she did. She was standing on the bed with her hands on her hips, too. Her hair was wild and she was using her arm to wipe her tears and snot away from her face.

    “Mommy,” my three year old said, staring me down with venom in her tiny voice…

    “I FORGIVE YOU!!!”

    Then she laid down and cried and honest to goodness, for a hot minute, I didn’t know what to do.

    The way she said “I forgive you”, made it sound like cuss words.

    I walked over to the bedside and leaned over.

    “Baby girl, do you know what forgiveness means?”

    She was still sniffling, her face shoved deep into her Little Mermaid pillow.

    “Yes,” she muttered.

    I really had to hear this.

    “It means you were wrong, and I’m tired of being mad, and now I’m going to sleep and my heart won’t have a tummy ache.”

    So there you have it, folks.

    Tonight I was taught a lesson in forgiveness by a three year old. It was a gut punch, too. And you’re dang right I climbed in that bed and loved on her.

    Because to be honest, MY heart had a bit of a tummy ache.

    I was reminded by my toddler to never go to bed in anger. Because when you do, your heart will have a tummy ache.

    And you know what? I’ve been alive for 35 years, and I’ve got to give it to her:

    She’s not wrong.

    ❤️

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