#infant comfort

[carlosbutler6341]

Exploring the Benefits of Momcozy Baby Sleep Swing Cradle: A Parent's Best Friend!

In the ever-evolving world of maternal and baby products, finding the right tools to support both parents and children is essential. One standout product that has captured the hearts of many is the Momcozy Baby Sleep Swing Cradle.

This innovative swing cradle is designed to provide a soothing and comfortable environment for babies, helping them drift off to sleep peacefully. With its gentle rocking motion and adjustable settings, parents can easily create a calming atmosphere that promotes restful sleep for their little ones.

What sets the Momcozy Baby Sleep Swing Cradle apart is its user-friendly design. The cradle features multiple speed settings and soft fabrics that ensure maximum comfort for babies. Parents appreciate the convenience of being able to customize the swing's motion, allowing them to find the perfect rhythm to lull their baby to sleep.

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Parents have reported that the Momcozy Baby Sleep Swing Cradle has become an invaluable part of their daily routine. It not only helps babies sleep better but also gives parents a much-needed break, making it a win-win situation for the whole family.

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If you're on the lookout for a reliable and stylish baby sleep solution, look no further than the Momcozy Baby Sleep Swing Cradle. Your baby will thank you for it!

[oregoncitychildcarellc]

Infant Care Must-Haves: Safety and Comfort Guaranteed

Caring for a newborn requires more than love and attention; it demands careful consideration of the safety and comfort of the child. From selecting the right products to creating a nurturing environment, parents in childcare in Oregon City, Oregon are seeking the best ways to ensure their infants thrive. Understanding the essentials of infant care can ease the transition into parenthood and give your baby a comfortable, secure start.

Learn More: https://www.oregoncitychildcare.com/infant-care-must-haves-safety-and-comfort-guaranteed

[coquexari]

This life is amazing...

[puppppppppy]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss

[goldenwolfen]

Introducing my latest piece "Mama Hugs".

Who couldn't use a hug from their mama (or child) right now?

Watercolor and colored pencil on 9 X 12 smooth Bristol paper.

Prints, porcelain ornaments, and minky blankets available

[tangledinink]

Theyre so sweet, the way you draw them eeping looks so cozy and soft and nice and how Dee put his arms over Leo is just so sweet

they are eepy <3 though they almost unerringly sleep in the same bed, they're not typically quite so snuggly. they're often more inclined to just share the space and be content with knowing that the other is within arm's reach... but it's been a very long day for both of them. so.

[ponyrepress]

I think we need to blow up the mouthwashing tag on every social media site

Solid fucking agree 🚬🐴

[bumblingbabooshka]

Harry Kim saying Naomi is lucky to be born on Voyager and that he would have given "anything" to have her life when he was a kid...

[itmightrain]

the US pulling out of the WHO is so fucking bad for global health but this graph (from the WHO website) is cracking me up like hello european union? what's up?? why are 27 countries unionized barely surpassing the contributions of the UK (a country on the brink of economic collapse)? also the bill and melinda gates foundation contributing only $26M less than germany is taking me out we live in hell lskdjfa;lsdkfj

[ebullientheart]

violet. emily prentiss x reader

content — requested by @lucreziaq2001 . heavy warnings for child loss (stillbirth). please proceed with emotional caution. fem!bau!reader. grieving.

six months ago, you and emily lost your baby girl. the team are here for you on this day.

there is no earth-shattering comparison of pain that compares to losing a child. there isn’t an adjective or analogy that can describe the feeling to anyone who has not experienced that grief, and only a silent understanding between two that have. when you’d woken that morning, with emily already sitting next to you, she’d instantly had you in her arms, as though trying to shield you from this feeling. but such a shield could not exist in a world where you’d experienced such loss.

some point that night, your three year old son had climbed into bed with you, likely as a result of a nightmare. regardless of the reason, you were never more grateful for his presence. oscar was a quiet boy, but not still. never still.

“morning, baby.” you whispered, enveloping his tiny hand in your own. the beam he offered you sent shockwaves of love through the resolute cracks in your heart. the tight grip on your upper arm told you that emily was feeling the same way. she released her hold mindfully, and instead passed a hand gently over your stomach. sometimes you could feel a phantom pain there. not this morning though.

you moved slowly. everything was lulled into a half-pace, with emily’s gentle encouragement and oscar’s plea for pancakes serving to keep you moving. slowly, slowly, you mixed the batter, while emily warmed up the stove. occasionally, she’d squeeze your hand to remind you of her presence.

i wonder if violet would like pancakes. her brother certainly does.

usually, you had to push these type of thoughts to the back burner of your brain; you were likely to be incapacitated for the day if you let them dominate. but today, you permitted yourself the pondering. if there was a day to think about violet, it would be days like these.

a small budgie landed on your window sill, uncommon for houses in the city, and you had to think it was a sign. you saw them everywhere. you knew it was probably because you looked for them, but how could you not look for your baby in every aspect of the world?

“mumma?” oscar approached you while you were deep in thought, lightly startling you, though you welcomed his attention.

emily saw the tears on your waterline and intervened, scooping up her son and placing him on her hip as she said, “let’s give mumma a moment, yeah? we can go set the table.”

you smiled at her sadly, and she again held your hand as she passed you, before trailing away to let you have your thoughts. sometimes, they were a refuge, no matter how full of grief.

at that moment, your phone buzzed. it was hotch, which you were somewhat expecting. hotch and jj were the others of the team who had their own children, and therefore the most empathetic. and hotch had felt the fear of losing jack, the same day he did lose haley, so he was the one who could connect the most.

“when i thought, for a while, i was going to face my son’s funeral, i lost control,” he’d muttered to you in hospital, where you lay in a numb aftershock, “and that was only a thought. if there is anything, and i mean anything, we can do for you… you let me know.”

sometimes you cried, sometimes you shouted. sometimes emily did too. sometimes oscar asked why he never met the sister he’d been promised, and there was no answer for that. no why in the cruel, vexing world. but there was healing, gradually.

you slid breakfast to three settings on the table, bitterly wishing for four, with that same soft, sad smile from before, “here we are, my loves.”

while your son dived into the food enthusiastically, emily did not sit down at first. she rounded the distance between you to pull out your chair, something she’d done since your first date, and rest a hand on your shoulder. it wasn’t uncommon for the passing of a child to push couples apart, but it had glued you and emily together. the constant touches were just a reminder of the love still left in the world, one that extended far beyond to where your baby rested.

there was no combating the pain, but months of therapy helped you accept it as undeniable evidence of love. love for violet, love for oscar, love for emily, and love for yourself.

while your son was entertained with his junior lego set, you dried the dishes that emily washed, loading the bowls from earlier into the dishwasher. by the time you had finished, still moving sluggishly, the clock read half ten, and emily checked her phone.

“are you feeling up to some company, sweetheart? the team want to come and say hello this evening.”

you cast your eyes down to your hands, and finding them free of tremors, you agreed. it took some time to dress for the day, including a moment in the mirror where you had to shed some tears. emily reciprocated this reaction, and the two of you swayed in each other’s hold for a while. eventually, oscar became bored of his inflatable book and twisted his way in between the two of you to insist on ‘up!’. you laughed wetly, wiping your cheeks (too harshly based on your wife’s disapproving stare and careful repeat that followed), and bent at the waist to hoist your demanding toddler ‘up!’.

eventually, evening arrived, and you felt only minorly more prepared than before at the prospect of people in your home that day. nevertheless, you shook your body free of tension and headed outside at the sound of approaching vehicles. you tried not to think of that same sound, accompanied by sirens, coming to take you away six months prior.

emily descended the steps before your porch to meet the others at their cars, probably to issue an unnecessary but appreciated reminder for them to be sensitive. you stood in the doorway, determined to have the remainder of the day a comforting memorial, with oscar leaning his face on your shoulder. at the sight of the incredibly colourful and therefore toddler appealing penelope garcia, however, he quickly wanted ‘down!’, which you gave with a bright smile at his joy. one that surprised you, as you didn’t think you would be capable on such a day.

first to greet you was hotch, who had driven over garcia, jj and rossi, who greeted you in turn. morgan pulled into the drive at the same time, with reid in his passenger seat. there were all dressed in their varying styles, but they all sported a purple, or specifically violet, accessory. hotch’s tie, rossi’s shirt, jj’s bracelet, morgan’s shoelaces, reid’s vest and… garcia’s entire ensemble. hair included.

you willed the overwhelming emotion, as a result of their support, that scalded your throat back down into your chest, where it settled warmly. an acknowledgment of the family you found in these people.

there was confusion on your part when they did not try to enter your home, instead lining up on the roofless section of the porch with you. you turned to emily for an answer; she wrapped an arm around your waist and directed your attention to where garcia had brought your son to the cars. the two emerged holding many balloons, all violet, and begun handing them out to the line up of you.

“do you want to say anything?” emily mumbled to you, while the others pointedly chattered to alleviate any pressure you may have felt.

you choked and shook your head.

emily cleared her throat, leaning on you as she said, “we love you, violet.”

and the balloons went up. nine of them, twirling skyward with no weight to hold them down. they flew up and east, with the wind, and you stood until the last one edged from your view.

the sun set, and streaked her colour across it’s domain, bathing you all in that light and love you didn’t expect to feel on that day. that gentle hand on your heart, reminding you that you were not alone, and she was not alone.

[libraryspectre]

I know that being able to swim is correlated to where you grow up and other factors of upbringing but I can't get rid of the knee-jerk reaction that not being able to swim is an old-timey thing. Like that post about the guy who thought hypothermia was nothing to be concerned about because this isn't the 1800s.

[comfortxlegacy]

Aiden through the years

[isdalinarhot]

I assume 17 is the Alethi/etc age of adulthood? Because of 17 on Roshar being roughly equivalent to 18 on Earth and also because of Shallan being 17 when she does All That but also Sadeas is 16 in ob 3 committing crimes against humanity with zero parental supervision whatsoever so it’s like ???????

[featheredcritter]

it's so embarassing when people can tell you have anxiety and are generally reserved and awkward like fuuuuck you can tell i'm a prey animal and you move slowly towards me looking away and not making loud noises

[bewires]

went to the pediatrician with my 4 month old baby

was told he is above average in size and weight

which I knew because I carry him around all day

and he has been above average size and weight literally since birth

and the doctor was like "well we don't really worry about "too fat" with breastfed babies"

and I was like "yeah I wasn't doing that anyway"

because he is four months old, eats exclusively milk and cannot even roll over yet

what the fuck