#Organic baby formula

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What to Feed Your Baby at 9 Months Old as Their First Food Baby's First Food at One Month-It's that time of year once more when you need to start planning what your 9-month-old will consume. There are so many meals and snacks to pick from, from breakfast to night. Which one, nevertheless, is ideal for your child? A newborn begins to explore their environment and attempt new things when they can feed themselves. It's crucial to provide children a variety of foods as they learn about nutrition and how to digest food so they may develop healthy eating habits. Read More

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Is HiPP Formula Safe and Effective for Premature Infants? A Comprehensive Guide

A preemie is a newborn baby born before 37 weeks of gestation. Preemies, due to their precocious organs and systems, have slightly different needs compared to babies. They have high protein, calorie, and mineral consumption to enhance body growth outside the mother’s womb. In addition, the digestive system of a preterm baby is not developed properly; he or she can not easily break down and absorb…

[chloiesmith457]

Best Formula Milk for Newborns in Singapore: A Comprehensive Guide

Discover the top-rated formula milk options for newborns in Singapore. Our expert review compares brands, nutritional content, and factors to consider when choosing the best milk for your baby's development.

[averagegazan]

Hello,

For those who don’t know me, my name is Alaa. I’m a husband and a father from Gaza, and I’m so grateful to be raising two beautiful children, Maram, our lovely 6-year-old daughter, and Ayman, our energetic 3-year-old boy. We are also eagerly anticipating the arrival of our third child, a baby girl, who is due in just a couple of months. My wife is seven months pregnant, and while we’re filled with excitement, we’re also feeling the weight of the challenges ahead.

One of the things we’ve been discussing is what to name our new daughter. We wanted something that feels similar to Maram, but we’re still undecided. There are so many lovely names that could be perfect for her, and we’d really appreciate any suggestions or advice.

That said, choosing a name is the least of our worries right now. The reality of preparing for our baby’s arrival in the middle of a war is overwhelming. We have no baby clothes, no mattress, and with the current war, basic necessities like diapers and baby formula have become unaffordable for us.

I’m thrilled and thankful that we’re expecting a new addition to our family, but as a father, the fear and worry about how we’ll care for her, along with our two other children, are constant. We are displaced from our home, I’ve lost my job, and our savings have run out. Every day, I wonder how I will protect and provide for my family in these impossible circumstances.

This is why I’m reaching out to you. We want to give our daughter the best start we can, but we can’t do it alone. If you’re able, please consider donating to our GoFundMe campaign or sharing our story with your friends and family. Any support, no matter how small, will make a world of difference to us during this incredibly difficult time.

✅️ My campaign is vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #252 ) ✅️

[sayruq]

Care For Gaza has been providing food, water, diapers, baby formula, etc., to displaced families. Donate to them if you can

[bi-writes]

the new baby you take care of is the cutest baby you've ever met. (a lil dubcon, baby trapping, 18+)

he has a big head with a tuff of little blond waves, and he has the brightest brown eyes in the entire world. he smiles at every face you make at him, and he takes a bottle like a champ and will nap for hours as long as you're quiet.

his father has a strict schedule set for him. when you met that big man for the very first time, you were speechless. your teeth had clacked together with how fast you tried to close your gawking mouth, but it was impossible not to with how much he towered over you, nearly touching the top of the doorway.

he is methodical, down to every minute. tacked onto the fridge, he had shown you his son's current schedule, which he emphasized with a dead glare must be followed to a T.

two feedings in the morning followed by a nap. another feeding. a longer nap. another feeding. another nap. all separated in increments of 45 minutes, with instructions on how to use the bottle warmer and how to measure the formula.

his son does not cry. his father had told you, if he cries, y'r doin' somethin' wrong. and he was right. the baby only cried when he was hungry, and he would fall into a dead sleep as soon as you gave him a bottle.

it's odd, to take care of someone else's baby. especially this man's. there's no woman in the house, as far as you can tell. the whole house is decorated very minimally, cozy and in shades of warm greens and cool blues and browns. there are no heeled boots by the door or pretty fur coats, and whenever you pass by his bedroom, only one side of his bed ever looks lived-in. there are no pictures on the walls, no makeup in the bathroom drawers, and no pads or tampons under the sink.

just a big, unfeeling man and his big, adorable baby.

but you think that your actions to get this big, unfeeling man to like you are starting to have the wrong kind of implications.

it starts with dinner. you start to make it, using the ingredients from his fridge to make stews and buttery mashed potatoes and roasted veggies. the image of you stirring a pot with his baby on your hip has not left him, and whenever you don't have some kind of meal cooking when he gets home, you answer to someone curt, annoyed, and cold, even to the touch.

then it's the decorating. you thought his couch was a little bare, so now there's a few throw blankets laying across the back of it. there's a vase of pretty tulips on the coffee table. you're growing herbs on the windowsill, little pots of thyme and rosemary and basil. you leave house shoes by the door now, and even when you're not there, he sees those fuzzy pink slippers in the foyer, and he can't help the way he chubs up just seeing them when you're not around.

you start to bring some extra changes of clothes. after the baby spit up on you more than once in a day, you bring a duffel bag with you once a week with extra changes of clothes. he snarls when he sees your clothes in one of his drawers; pretty black panties and matching bras, all laid out under your lounge wear right next to his fucking socks.

the toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. the multi-colored chapsticks in the drawers. tampons and pads organized in the cabinet, your moisturizer next to his shaving cream. he smacks his fist against the wall when he sees the finished package of your birth control in the trash because wot the fuck are y'doing taking those things when y'know i want another--

he can see you in the baby monitor. swaying in the dark of his son's room, the baby's head on your chest as you rock him softly. you're singing a little, a gentle hum to soothe him enough that his eyes start closing. he groans a little when he sees your eyes shut as you kiss his son on the forehead, cooing at him as you pat his little back and tell him to have sweet dreams.

you're making brownies when he comes home that night. his son is seated in his high chair, clapping his hands, and you're smiling at him and cooing in that baby voice you do as you take the warm brownies out of the oven. when you see him emerge from the darkness of his living room, you smile at him, taking off the oven mitts.

"hi, simon," you say softly, and his pupils dilate when you slip a hand over his son's head to soothe him. "i made some dessert, hope that's okay. thought you might wanna try my new recipe."

simon comes into the kitchen as you take his baby out of his high chair. you hoist him up against your hip, and when simon comes closer, you giggle as tilts his head to the side and stares down at you both. you tilt your head back a little, blinking up at him, and the flutter of your lashes is enough to have him rock hard in his cargos as his hands curl into frustrated fists at his sides.

"i'm gonna put him down for bed, it's a little late," you tell him. you hoist his son up a little higher on your hip, picking up his little chubby arm and waving up at simon. "say goodnight, daddy."

simon grins under his mask at the soft lilt of your voice. you try not to squeak when one of his big hands slides around your waist to hold you at your back, and he bends down to kiss his son's forehead through his mask.

"goodnight, my boy."

you try not to linger on the idea that he may have grabbed your ass as you walked away. no, his arms are just so long, they grazed you while you passed by him.

the baby always goes down nice and easy. one bottle later, with a full stomach, he's rubbing his little eyes and fussing in your arms as he tries to fall asleep. he's a mover, simon's little one--always grasping around with his arms and flopping onto his side in the bed. oftentimes, after a nap, he's facing the opposite direction and on the other end of the crib when you come to get him.

so you shouldn't be surprised when as he's falling asleep, his little grubby hands reach for you and pull.

your eyes widen when you hear the pop of buttons. you look down, gasping, when you see his son has grabbed onto the front of your blouse and pulled the first few buttons out. they clatter onto the floor in a mess, and you're not able to see where they go with it so dark in his room.

"oh, god!"

you try to be gentle as you set the baby down in his crib. he immediately sticks his thumb in his mouth with his head lolling to the side, and you try to pick up anything you step on as you hurry out of the room, trying to hold your shirt together.

it's useless. you're standing there in the hallway, hastily shutting the baby's room closed, tits out at eight in the evening.

"tha' why he so good ta ya, mama?"

your eyes bug out of your head when you see simon there. he's standing at the end of the hallway, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes are focused on your poor open blouse. the bra you're wearing leaves nothing to the imagination--just mesh with underwire, and when simon comes closer, there's virtually nothing separating you when he reaches up with that gloved hand and cups one breast, thumb smoothing over your nipple before he tugs on it gently.

"wha--simon--"

"thinks y'r his mum, pretty tits out like tha'," simon hisses. "'f ya wanted it so bad, why didn't ya just say?"

"simon--"

he tsks, using both hands this time to grip your blouse by the edges and tug it down your arms. it falls around your elbows, and he takes the straps of your bra with it, until it's pooled around your waist and your tits fall free.

"fuckin' hell," he breathes, and your lips part gently as he hikes up his mask and spits on your nipples before sucking them into his mouth. "mmmph..."

you arch your back as he rips the rest of the buttons off with one smooth tug. your blouse falls, and your bra follows it, until you're in nothing but your skirt, backing up into the darkness of his bedroom as he kicks the door shut. you scramble to get him back on top of you when your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you're laying down--grabbing around his shoulders as you try to guide his mouth back to your breasts where he can suckle on them with that filthy mouth of his.

"knew it--" he rasps. "fuck, i knew it--"

your eyes squeeze shut when he ruts his hips against yours. your panties are ruined, slick wet and digging uncomfortably into your folds, but the scratch of simon's jeans have your back bowing at a hard angle, your fingers sliding between your bodies as you reach for his zipper. you gasp when you feel him under your hand, straining against denim, the girth of him tying your stomach in hard knots as you think about what it'll take to get you open enough for him to slip in.

"keepin' me fat," simon murmurs. "holdin' my baby like tha', wot did ya think was goin' ta happen, eh?"

"h-huh?"

"'m gonna make you fat, too, swee'eart," he says, smoothing his hand over your tummy. "saw those little pills in y'r bag. it won't take today, but we'll try again tomorrow, yeah?"

you're drooling as he fucks you. your hips are hiked up, your skirt flipped up as his thighs smack against your ass. you're not privy to the way the fat of you shakes every time he's buried to the hilt, but simon appreciates it, tongue out as he watches you push back against him to try and get yourself filled quicker. he traces your spine with his fingers, leaning over you as he watches your fingers dig into his dark sheets and grip for dear life as he gives it to you fast and deep. it's a mess of wet between you, and you know the bed underneath you will be soaked by the time he's done with you, but you can't think about that when the very thing you've been wanting since the day you met him is so close, so within reach.

you haven't taken a single one of those pills since the first week you met that fat, beautiful baby. maybe simon didn't take too close a look at the dated little pills in your bag and in the bin, the little calendar you used to mark rotting away in a forgotten pocket, gathering dust.

when simon comes, your mouth is filled with saliva, and you gurgle between barely-lucid giggles as your hips sink into the mattress. he's saying something, but you don't hear it. instead you reach down with your fingers and stuff them inside, trying to gather as much of his cum and keep it. when simon tries to cum in your mouth later, you nearly bite his dick off.

how dare he try and waste it?

[theropoda]

hello y'all, i know right now in the west where most of the tumblr userbase is it's christmas time: the season of giving, where people acrossthe world are buying many presents for their beloveds and decorations as well like christmas trees and lights in preparation for festivities. yet meanwhile, in the birthplace of christ himself, the man that this holiday celebrates, the palestinian people are suffering calamity and tragedy beyond anything any of us can comprehend. around the day people come to celebrate a mother's birth of a very special child, thousands of actual mothers and their children are experiencing the horrors of war.

one such mother and child is suad ahmed and her child khaled. khaled was born during the midst of this war, and as a result cannot grow in the safety and health a child deserves. he's currently very ill with a respiratory illness and his body, not even fully developed yet, fights so hard to live. i cannot imagine fighting for survival before even being a year old..

the best, most meaningful gift you can give to anyone this christmas, is support for the mother and child under war. this campaign is literally their lifeline, as all proceeds go to necessities like tents, clothing, food and water and baby formula. so please give what you can and share.

$41,002/$42,000

let's help her get to her short term goal!

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[monamoon8]

Instead of getting ready for Eid festivities like they used to every year, my friend Bilal's family are still living in a makeshift tent in this sweltering heat, striving to secure the inadequate amount of food and water they can hardly come by. Since October, Israel has imposed a tight siege on Gaza, severely limiting the flow of life-saving essential food and medical items. Now, with the seizure of the Rafah crossing border which has been closed since May 7, the situation is worse than ever. Vital goods are scarce in the markets, and when they are available they're sold at exorbitant prices.

Bilal's family had to leave Rafah and go to Khan Yunis again to escape the recent massacres. It is now harder for them to provide basic needs for themselves and the children including the three newborns. The little water they manage to obtain with great difficulty is often polluted and salty. It's not even suitable for cooking regular meals for adults, let alone prepare baby bottles for three newborns if ever formula is accessible.

Every single day is a struggle for survival for Bilal's family. Their lives are constantly threatened by acute malnutrition, infectious diseases, and indiscriminate bombing. Your support has truly made a difference, but it is now needed more urgently, as the situation is getting more dire.

Please help Bilal keep them as safe as possible until the border reopens and they are hopefully able to evacuate.

It would mean the world to them if you donated or reblogged.

[paparoach]

you know what. if you can blaze a post for boops or literally anything, you can donate $5 to a fundraiser. like @samah-h's fundraiser :)

she needs the funds for:

the high cost of living and basic survival needs in gaza 

Travel coordination and securing safe evacuation 

Essential healthcare for the baby 

Infant formula and diapers

 Warm clothes and supplies to protect him from the cold

i donated $25 CAD. do your part too <3

[guldaastan]

this article was published more than a year ago. the situation has only gotten worse since. pregnant women and newborns are having a really difficult time trying to survive due to the famine that is rapidly spreading throughout gaza.

the lack of health facilities, mass displacement, and restricted access to food and medicines are extremely harmful to pregnant women and newborn babies. new mothers are unable to get formula or milk powder for their children because of how expensive it is.

i cannot understate the importance of supporting pregnant women from gaza. they need help to ensure that they have access to healthcare, enough food to ensure proper development of their baby, funds to ensure that the needs of the child can be addressed (food, clothes, medicines).

sahar alanqar lives with her husband alaa and two children in gaza. she is currently pregnant and due to give birth in two short months. she is fundraising to ensure that her husband and children stay safe and healthy. please donate to her and share her fundraiser. she has been verified by gazavetters and is number 252 on their spreadsheet.

@averagegazan

[just-your-average-tangerine]

Easily the worst part of working night shift is having to spend 30 minutes to an hour of every shift fixing all the things that day shift fucked up that they weren't even supposed to be touching in the first place.

[tareqabuassi-gaza]

✅ Verified campaign line 1365 by Butterflyeffect Project 🦋

My campaign has been deleted from GFM, and all donations have been refunded to the donors. I have created a new campaign on Chuffed.

€40 ➡️ €75,000 🥺

Jan 25, 2025

Hello Everyone, My name is Tareq, and I am the father of three beautiful daughters. 🇵🇸

I live in Gaza. Our home was destroyed by a powerful bomb in November 2023, and with it went all our memories. Since the war started in October 2023, we have been displaced more than nine times, constantly fleeing death and destruction. I have lost my cousin, many dear friends, colleagues, and loved ones. 💔

My sister was severely injured in her leg. She lost her knee entirely and had to be sent to Turkey for treatment in November 2023, where she has undergone multiple surgeries, the most recent being the installation of an internal plate and a knee joint replacement in December 2024. 🩺

Now, my wife Samar, our three daughters (Sham, Masa, and Wateen) and I are living in a makeshift tent made of wood and fabric. Life here is hell. The cold is unbearable, we sleep shivering from the freezing temperatures. My daughters are suffering from many illnesses, including jaundice and severe stomach infections due to the lack of clean water and food. The latest to fall ill is my daughter Masa, who is suffering from a severe deficiency in vitamins, calcium, and iron, also caused by the lack of proper food. ⛺

Our youngest daughter, Wateen, was born during the war on November 16, 2023. She needs baby formula, diapers, and proper nutrition that every child deserves, but I am unable to provide any of these things due to the sky-high prices. 👶🏻

I created this campaign to help my family survive. The funds will be used to buy food, water, and medicine for now, and later to secure temporary shelter. And a portion will be used to get my family out of the horrors of war and start a new life for my children. ��🏻

I ask for your help. Please donate if you can, and share our story with your family, friends, communities, and organizations that support the Palestinian cause. Every little bit counts, and together, we can give my family the chance to survive and one day rebuild our lives. 🍉

Thank you for your compassion and support. Your kindness will mean the world to us. ❤️

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