#Infant death tw

[pro-birth]

Sophie asked if they could help her daughter, but the doctors said at this age there was nothing to be done. They said that if she did survive because of medical intervention she ran the risk of being disabled. And though Sophie argued that other babies born at 22 weeks had survived and thrived, the doctor told her not to believe what she read on the internet.

I talk a lot about medical malpractice involving pro-choice doctors mismanaging miscarriages because of their politics about pro-life laws. The other side of the fence? Also pro-choice doctors mismanaging preterm birth and lying to their patients over ableist attitudes.

Baby killing isn’t medicine. It never will be, and the longer you ignore injustice against unborn babies and their mothers, the longer it will take to make real changes for both.

[runawaymarbles]

New rule!!! You can send me anon hate about hating children and babies IF AND ONLY IF you have ALSO held a dead baby today! If not, go touch grass, talk to someone over the age of 70, and shut the fuck up.

[themerrymutants]

Odysseus: What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along?

Elsewhere in the underworld

Persephone: Hey babe? Is he Ok?

Hades: *uncertain shrug*

Odysseus: And if I gotta drop another infant off a wall in an instant so we all don't die? Then I'll become the monster!

Hades and Persephone: 0.o Nope, not ok.

[ashleybenlove]

"I didn't marry you for your cooking."

This fucking line.

Wouldn't it be hilarious if she was already pregnant when they got married?

(Yes, with Hiccup. Though I'm firmly of the opinion that Hiccup was not the only pregnancy they had. Just the only one to make it out of infancy.)

[butchbarbieagainstterfs]

I just saw the video of the guy that lost his wife and newborn babies in gaza. absolutely heartbreaking 💔

infant death tw but for those who don’t know; a guy called Mohammed Abu al Qumsan, whose family was already displaced, went to pick up birth certificates for his newborn twins. when he got back, it turned out israel had targeted his home in an air strike and killed the babies, along with his wife and mother-in-law.

the babies were 4 days old. 4 days. 💔

[novelconcepts]

How about 💕 for Tai and Shauna (platonic or otherwise) and 🖤 for whatever pairing strikes your fancy!

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips; 🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

How could this be worse than Jackie? How could anything be worse than Jackie? Jackie had been the end of everything that mattered. Jackie had been the end of her.

This can't be worse than Jackie. It's just compounding the agony further. Just tearing at the edges of an already ragged hole in the center of her chest. Can pain be infinite? Can pain, like math, like stars, like space, just go on and on forever?

He's crying. He's crying, and she can hear him. She can hear him like she heard Jackie laugh, heard her sneer, heard her make those coolly calculated jibes. She can hear him, and no one else can, and she's starting to think this is her new reality. Ghosts everywhere she looks. Wounds that will never close.

She's facing the wall, her cheek pillowed on one hand. They haven't taken the tiny body from her, not yet. They want to. She can sense their mutters beyond the wall, brief arguments stuttering and flickering out again before anyone can commit. The door creaks open and clicks softly shut again. The bed bows as a third body weighs the mattress down.

"Shauna?" Taissa. Soft, as if afraid she'll break something merely with the power of her own voice. "Shauna, can we..."

She shakes her head. The little bundle pressed to her chest seems to shiver. She pulls it closer, pulls him closer. What would she have named him? How would he have laughed? What would his first word have been, what would her parents think, what, what, what kind of mother would she have been--

"Shauna," Tai says. "I'm so sorry."

She can feel Tai's lips against her temple now. They tremble, damp with tears. Tai's arm around her ribs pulls her firmly back, away from the bundle. Shauna grits her teeth, tugging it with her until Taissa has no choice but to hold them both. Tai doesn't flinch away. She kisses Shauna's temple again. Her cheek. Her matted, greasy hair. Each press of her lips is a benediction. A soft acquittal Shauna does not deserve.

The bundle is so small. So fragile. She cradles it to her chest, bowing until her face is pressed against the blankets. Her mouth rests against the fabric with barely any strength at all. A kiss of her own, delicate as the bones of a bird. A goodbye without a hello. It's unfair. It's unfair, and if she thinks about it at all, she will simply stop. Simply let go.

She doesn't think. She kisses the crown of a hairless head, her breath catching as his cries echo around her mind. Tai's mouth rests against her cheek. Tai is watching. She's watching, but she can't see. Can't hear. Can't understand.

Still, she does not leave Shauna alone. She rocks mother and child, wordless, and Shauna lets her. She doesn't have the strength for anything else.

[dailynarilamb]

what if the easter hatchling was resurrected?

It wouldn't end very well for the hatchling. (Day 39)

[blindmagdalena]

First of all, I'm sorry for my bad English, I'm just learning it. Last night I had a nightmare that I was killed while I was pregnant with Homelander's child and it affected me very badly. Of course, this is a dark scenario and I understand if you don't want to write it.

your english is great!!! no worries at all.

omg i'm sorry you had a dream like that!!! my requests are closed at the moment, and this scenario is a little too dark for me (i barely handle character death well, let alone infant death fghjk) but if you ever need some more comforting content, pregnancy/baby stuff is always welcome on my blog!! i have tags for both general dad!Homelander content and more specifically a pregnancy tag.

feel better, darling. 🖤

[mx-princey]

Name - Marble

Scientific Name - Pikminidae Volauribus

Family - Pikmin

Notes - It's unclear exactly how a hybrid Pikmin specimen comes to be, though its likely a byproduct of a merged Onion mismatching Pikmin DNA when creating a new sprout. It seems that viable offspring created with this peculiarity are rare, with most cases resulting in "stillborn" sprouts, which makes the discovery of this Winged and Yellow Pimin hybrid all the more fascinating - and exciting! I wonder if the large ears inherited from its Yellow Pikmin lineage hinders or helps its ability to fly?

This particular Pikmin seems to have a strong will and ability to perservere, but struggles to think outside the box and gets frustrated when its usual methods fall short. Despite this, it rarely gets into fights with other Pikmin and it seems to prefer doing things alone.

Yet another Tomodachi Life Kid. This ones the child of Yellow and Pink Pikmin! I don't have much more to say here that I didn't say in the main post. I hope you like him!

[pro-birth]

"A large European study documented that more than half of the babies survived delivery in post-viability induced abortions.[56] If a baby is born alive, the abortionist may complete the abortion by performing active or passive infanticide.[57] Many abortionists perform feticide via intracardiac or intra-amniotic injections to avoid this dreaded complication."

-AAPLOG CO 6: Induced Abortion and Maternal Mortality

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for killing my child to spare her from slavery?

So I (38F) was enslaved 18 years ago and attempted to run away with my children at the time (4M, 3M, 1F, and newbornF). I got settled down in a home and was enjoying the community and the freedom to actually be able to love and protect my children rather than having to detach from them to accept the horrible things that would inevitably happen to them in life that I could do nothing about. But then my old master and his family showed up looking for me, and by this point I couldn't imagine going back to caring that little for their children and abandoning them to a horrible fate instead. So I killed the 1F child and tried to kill the rest, because it was the only way to spare them.

Some sympathetic people stopped me from getting arrested for it, but everyone really hates me for what I did and has been avoiding me for the last almost two decades, even my old friend who I was living with me for a while and I was thinking of dating. And now this woman (19F) has shown up who I think might be my daughter's ghost who returned to me, and she's really mad at me for leaving her alone in some horrible afterlife and I've been trying to make it up to her nonstop and explain why I did what I did, but at the same time I don't know how I could have reasonably predicted that that would happen to her after she died? So did I make a reasonable decision?

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

How’d’ya feel about doing a song fic with the song ‘Remember me’ and the character of your choice ? :3

how do I feel... I FEEL HURT, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!

I'm a little sorry for this, because it is HEAVILY angsty... please heed the trigger warnings I've tagged this with!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a songfic to the song “Remember Me” from Coco! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

Remember me though I have to say goodbye remember me don’t let it make you cry

The UNDERTAKER thinks it’s a shame that the world will only ever know his very first child as Baby Girl Crevan.

A shame, because he had a name for her. If she had made it past her first year, (her first month), the world would have known her as something different. A unique person, with an identity, a name, a soul. Instead she’s a statistic, one more victim of disease who couldn’t be saved.

He had such high hopes. Her existence would have defied his very nature, proving that something which came from death could be so full of life. That was to be her name; Vitaliya.

Even now, he feels like he can’t believe that she’s gone. Even as he knows he has to eventually lower her into her casket, he doesn’t want to let go. Her tiny body fits so perfectly in his arms as it did every other time he held her while she was alive. She looks asleep, but he knows deep inside of him that she won’t be waking up this time.

There’s an echo in his chest, of a loss like this. Maybe a long time ago, maybe back when he was still human. Something that hurt just as badly as losing a daughter.

He has to bite down on his lip to keep tears from falling. It doesn’t work.

He cradles his baby girl for the last time, holding her close to his chest as his beloved comes up behind him. If there’s anything he’s ever wanted so badly not to do, it’s to put Vitaliya down.

for even if I’m far away I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

This pain is… a void. It’s eating him up, the constant reminder that the body he’s holding isn’t really his daughter. It’s just the body that held her during her short time on Earth. This is how she appeared to him, though, to everyone, so he’s not sure how he’s supposed to not believe that her soul is still here in his arms.

As he looks at her precious little face, he wonders if she’s finally at peace. She wasn’t here for very long. She fought so hard, and she was just too young to prevail against the illness that ravaged her. It wasn’t fair what happened.

Does heaven exist? It must, mustn’t it? If he hadn’t ended his own life while he was human, he likes to think he was a good enough person that he would have gone there when he died.

The tears continue to fall as he can’t answer his own question of whether or not he will ever see his darling child again. If he dies now… where will he go? Can he still be saved and end up in heaven? Will he meet her there when he dies? Or is he doomed now, to a life of nothing? Neither heaven nor hell will take him, and he’ll never see Vitaliya again?

He wants to. Her soul is so far away now, in a place he can’t reach, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he never gets to see her again.

He rocks her in his arms, and he hums softly, the lullaby he sang to her as he and (Name) cared for her.

If he lives until every last star burns out of the sky, he’ll sing this song every night. To any other child he ever has, and to Vitaliya’s spirit if she might visit him in an empty room in the small hours of the morning when he has no one else.

remember me

though I have to travel far remember me each time you hear a sad guitar know that I’m with you the only way that I can be

The distance from his arms to the casket might as well be an ocean when he leans down to place Vitaliya in it. Once he and (Name) bury their daughter, he doesn’t know if he can ever come back to the cemetery. Just the thought of walking through gates and sitting at his child’s grave is one he can’t bear.

But if he doesn’t come back to visit her resting place, will he ever be near her again?

(Name)’s arms circle around him. They’re a protective embrace, a gentle reminder that the two of them don’t have to grieve alone.

As soon as their arms are around him, all he can say is, “I want her back, (Name).”

“I know, Adrian. So do I.” Their voice is quiet. It’s barely a whisper, ready to be swallowed by the nonexistent wind. It feels like their world exists in shades of grey now, like their daughter took all their color with her when she died. “But she’s not suffering anymore. And we’ll see her at heaven’s gates.”

Will they both? Or will it just be (Name)? Will he ever stand at those gates and walk in and his little Vitaliya, all grown up on the other side, will run at him so he can spin her round?

“I hope we will.” He reaches down, and a long nail strokes over his tiny angel’s cold cheek. “Papa’s here, Vitaliya. Always will be. Even though you’re not here anymore. I’ll be with you, always. Even if I gotta carry you around in my heart and not in my arms. I miss you, darlin’.”

(Name) presses their face into his shoulder and sobs. And he has to not fall apart for their sake, but he can’t hold himself together.

All he can do is weep, and cling to his beloved, and pray to whatever higher power that there is that he’ll get to hold his daughter again one day.

And when he does, he only hopes that she hasn’t forgotten the father she knew for only three and a half weeks on Earth.

Because no matter how long he lives, he will never forget the daughter he knew for only three and a half weeks on Earth, and forever in his heart.

until you’re in my arms again

remember me.

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

you know, we can just call Lucy Letby an evil piece of shit. we don't need to go into an ableist vent about how this infant killer is a narcissistic psychopath. let's REALLY make it worse for people with these demonised disorders

[hongtonie]

god all of the preemies in the nicu at nasser hospital died because they weren’t allowed to flee safely. every one of them were found decomposing in their beds. if you still don’t believe this is a genocide i don’t know what to tell you

[rars]

i've been thinking about life in regards to my cystic fibrosis and how i've always had it, it's never going away, and how it almost killed me before, in my early years... so, here's a poll out of genuine curiosity:

[margridarnauds]

I like a lot of what Epic: The Musical’s doing, I think it has a lot of promise I’ve been listening to Warrior of the Mind and My Goodbye nonstop for two days while writing a paper about a goose because this is my life now but I do feel like it sometimes swings too far in its depiction of Odysseus. Like, I suspect we’re going to be seeing him taking on a more brutal edge re: the suitors, and so it makes sense to have it start off with him being reluctant to be ruthless, but I feel like it loses some of those many turns that Odysseus is described as having -- like, having Zeus have to explain to him that Astyanax is going to be a threat, like Odysseus wouldn’t know. But I also like that it leads to this fleshed out relationship and conflict between Odysseus and Athena.