#infants and young children

[citrlet]

it cc creators all took like a few months and only made exclusively male cc i would be so happy

[batcavescolony]

I was talking to an idiot and I need validation.

[snarp]

Kept getting little scraps of something green stuck to my foot, and was trying to figure out which plant was dropping leaves. It turned out to be the lettering peeling off on this worrying blanket Mom got on T*mu or Al*Expr*ss.

[birdsquirrel]

me worldbuilding: there are some little bunny-people that are well known for their lovely gardens.

they were literally made for war and even though it has been centuries since they were under the thumb of the evil wizard that created them, their society still reflects this, being highly stratified and highly conformist.

occasionally, some jackass will think that the sweet lil bunbuns will be easily bullied off their valuable farmlands, and gets his ass kicked to a pulp for trying.

[badolmen]

“I wasn’t assigned female at birth; I was female at birth! A doctor didn’t look at me and decide I was female enough at birth, I’ve been female since the moment of conception.”

*loud buzzer sound*

Given how common the intersex condition is (~2% of the population - how many redheads have you seen?) and the fact that genitalia is not the only physical manifestation of an intersex condition, yes the doctor very much did look at you and decide you looked ‘female enough.’ Indeed your genetic makeup is determined at conception, and your genetic makeup could very well result in the development of an intersex body that may not be externally evident at birth.

Don’t get me wrong, there are issues with the afab/amab dichotomy both colloquially and medically speaking (some people are marked intersex at birth, the dichotomy just reinforces the gender binary with different language, etc.) but it is true that medical assumptions are made at birth based on your external physiology, regardless of genetic or hormonal profile. ‘Biological sex’ is far from binary and pretending otherwise is ignorant at best and dangerously intersexist at worst.

[young-mama-azriel]

Introduction

Hey there! I’m Azriel and i became a mom at 17! I want to share my and my toddlers story as a single mom. Feel free to ask anything! Here’s some things about me.

-I’m 19

-I’m in college

-I’m a Scorpio

-Obviously I’m a young mother

Feel free to ask any questions, there’s a lot of stigma around being a young mom so please send any inquiries to my ask box!

[millennial-star-gazer]

So would A bad time or close I was born in December 1991 and with us we live in 2006 lol ? I was 14 years old and a highschool freshman . and if we’re talking the fall of that same year , I was in 10th grade and turning 15 . All this translates into the fact that I’m 31 and will be 32 at the end of this year .

Hopefully I didn’t make anyone feel too old lol 😅. How about you @genavere , @phoneboxfairy @acidrain1698 and @petri808 ? How old were you in 2006 😁?

You were alive in 2006? How old are you??

If you were born post 2006 you shouldn’t be following me I’m dead serious

[marzipanandminutiae]

As someone who works with social history for a living, I feel like I’m the aggressive opposite of an anti-vaxxer

I fucking LOVE vaccines, friends. Give me the science stab. I’m so ready. it’s a beautiful day to not die of a Bajillion and one diseases that carried off like half the population before they had even reached age 10, and a significant portion before they made it to old age, 150 years ago

I go to the old cemetery. I see the vast numbers of infant and child and young adult graves. And then I go to my doctor and get injected with Potion of Fuck That Noise. This is beautiful and miraculous and I do not remotely understand how some people can reject it – not just for themselves, but for their children

[naturenaruto]

YOU KNOW WHATS AMAZING is that that parents against under-18 trans surgery are like 'it irrevocably changes their bodies forever' as if they dont pierce their baby girls ears which leaves a hole forever! and causes unnecessary severe pain (which can last and continue because babies can pull on their ears or it gets caught in clothing while being changed or /bathed/picked up etc) and its all for what now........

gender presentation

like the ONLY reason they do that is to overtly display and force people to recognize that this infant is a GIRL INFANT and ppl just Absolutely Have To Know That Because It Matters Just So Fucking Much that theyre willing to cause physical pain to an INFANT just to add an unnecessary accesory to make a fucking damn b a b y look cute

like why cant u just stick a fuckin bow on it ohmygod like why do u have to pierce a BABYS skin so that ur superficial ass can let everyone know this baby has a VAGINA

because random ppl just neeeeed to know that right??????

why cant u just stick a bow on their 1cm hair or put a pink onesie on them instead of a blue onesie like.....

why did u consciously choose to cause an actual literal infant pain and suffering and continued irritation all because you wanted to permantly alter their body to acessorize them based on gender presentation........

?????????????????????????????????????

i did not, in fact, co-sign or give consent to them piercing my ears as a dang baby like i know pierced ears is such a miniscule thing to get worked up over BUT lmao its still just like why do these people care so much about Properly Displaying Their Childs Gender when it comes at the expense.....of the child.....like its not like a 7 year old asking because she WANTS pierced ears its like....they didnt even ask me lmao....if they had i wouldve been like uhh,,,,googoogaga?!

like i was Not Consulted on that so its wild to me how they dont care about some permanent alterations on a childs body as long as its what theyyy want......like u did not ask ur daughter if u could do that u did not ask ur son if u could circumcise him......that is our body.....not urs.......not the parents body.....not the Family Body™️......that is MY body..................................................

but then lo and behold later on when some kid actualy WANTS to do something to their OWN body for their OWN gender presentation wishes.........

then suddenly its all 'ohhhh you cant do all thaaaaaaaat thaaats permanentttttt ahhhhh'

like so the fuck is what u did to me WITHOUT MY CONSENT

and now i actually want to do something with my OWN DANG BODY and its all Nope U Cannot

what the fuck is wrong with these people

[calypsolemon]

Dungeon meshi really hits the nail on the head when it comes to the halfoots being infantalized. People in the manga talk as though the infantalization is simple misunderstanding; halflings are small and look young to most people, so they're assumed to be children. But this explaination doesn't make sense based on what we actually know. Halflings are regularly regarded as disposable labor, often to the point of being used as bait for monsters. This is not the way one would treat a child, but it IS the way one would treat an animal, or property. Halflings are infantalized because their labor and their lives are useful to other races, and imagining them as a helpless and naive lesser people is an easy-to-swallow justification for their dehumanization.

[whetstonefires]

And to be clear, 'not as healthy' doesn't just refer to the non-ideal nutrition creating vulnerabilities.

There's also 1) the immune system gets a lot of its initial calibration via breastfeeding, so the baby is more vulnerable to disease on that front 2) high risk of food poisoning in a body not equipped to handle it. Milk straight from the teat hasn't really had a chance to acquire contaminants; anything else you can consume in a pre-industral-regulations-and-biocidal-lasers setting (and most of what we eat now, to a lesser degree) has some.

Weaning was always a spike point in infant mortality (and remains so in areas with underdeveloped or damaged sanitation infrastructure) because of the massive increased burden on the fragile young body of Dangerous Things, mainly bacteria. The lower the age, the higher the risk.

If it's under two months old, this goat-milk-fed baby's survival is firmly in the realm of unlikely, if not straight-up improbable. Not impossible! But the adults' emotional states should probably reflect that this is a fairly dire medical scenario from the jump.

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon’s never given much thought to babies before.

When he was younger, enough time was spent scorning his father and the childhood he was depriving him of, that any thoughts of becoming a dad himself one day were nonexistent. As far as he was concerned, he was essentially already a stand in parent to his younger brother.

As he grew older and enlisted, his life becoming one that consisted of nothing more than violence and destruction and terror, he thought the odds of him surviving into his 30’s were so slim that he need never bother worrying about having a ‘next of kin’.

That was until, he met you, of course.

Because now that Simon Riley has you in his life, he’s not quite so pessimistic about his existence the way he once was, doesn’t picture a foreboding dark cloud when he considers what his future could be. What a future with you could be.

Still, as much time as the two of you spend actually engaging in the baby making process, Simon really only considers babies as being something that other people have, not him.

Not with his line of work, not with the risks that come alongside the territory, not when he already can barely stand to leave you for deployment, let alone leave you behind with a child on top of everything.

No, Simon is perfectly content with his life where babies are just another anomale.

But then, your best friend announces she’s pregnant. And the sight of you holding a positive pregnancy test in your hands, changes something within him.

Suddenly, Simon is noticing chubby, drooling little infants everywhere he goes.

Fat babies shoved into the uncomfortable looking seats of grocery carts pass by him in the shops, crying babies strapped to their mums on the tube, sleeping babies being pushed around in their prams without a care in the world. Even on base, he notices more people talking about their children, showing off picture of their offspring.

He’s looking at you a little different as well. His gaze on you will darken as you and your friend chat about baby names, casually mentioning the ones that you like for yourself. His grip will tighten around the shopping cart when you wave to passing babies, making them giggle. He’s surprised at the way his cock twitches when you pretend to hold a breast pump up to your own chest, wrapping the baby shower gift you’d gotten her.

It only takes so long for you to notice the change in him as well.

You’ll be strolling through the park on a chilly morning when a young family goes by, Simon muttering something about how the little bald headed infant ‘should have a hat on for fuck’s sake, cold out ‘ere’. You’ll be in the shops, when suddenly Simon returns holding a pair of teeny tiny baby shoes in his hand, appearing comically small in his large calloused palms, wondering if maybe your friend would like them. You’re sitting outside a cafe while a pair of chubby cheeked babies are sat in their strollers staring at Simon as if their lives depended on it. You’re giggling to yourself, watching your boyfriend stare right back at these little girls, when the 6’4” tank of a man slowly lifts a gloved hand and waves at them, earning a pair of gummy smiles in return.

The most evident change in Simon however, is in bed.

Almost overnight, he goes from never having considered children, to suddenly dedicating every effort to getting you pregnant by the end of the year, month, week.

[determinate-negation]

im posting this video on behalf of @fidaa-family2

fida is 29 year old woman currently trapped in gaza with her husband and two very young children. one of her children was born during the war and has only known the devastation and suffering of this genocide. please watch this video as it explains her situation. the conditions in gaza are horrible and get worse every day. its completely hostile to all life, especially for infants who need care and resources. imagine how would you feel if it was one of your loved ones living in these conditions? what would you do to help them? the people of gaza are not any less important than any other person in this world and deserve to live and i dont know how else to impress this to people. help this family survive genocide

please share and donate to this campaign, and if you cant donate yourself, share it with someone who can

there is more information on her blog but fida is the sister of @wafaaresh6 and @mohiy-gaza who are both verified

$8,695 raised of $30,000

[northgazaupdates]

My friend Suad is despondent. She and her family have been displaced since the IOF bombed their home in Gaza City nearly a year ago. They have eked out an existence in shelter centers, friends’ and strangers’ homes, tents, and even open streets. Her firstborn Khaled was born under IOF bombing, and has struggled with malnutrition for his entire life up to this point. They have been displaced over a dozen times, often barely escaping before their prior location was bombed. You can read more about this situation in our “#Suad Ahmad” tag, as Tumblr has inexplicably deleted Suad’s blog for the 4th time.

The bombing is almost constant, and the debris dust from the bombs is so omnipresent that little Khaled struggles to breathe. Contaminants in the air, water, and scarce supply of food cause him to break out in frequent rashes, which occasionally ally afflict Suad as well. Khaled also has a frequent fever caused by a chest infection for which there are little or no available antibiotics.

Khaled requires medications, doctor visits, and the use of specialized breathing equipment for medical treatment which can only be used when a kind stranger allows the family to power the machine with their solar panels. As an infant, he also requires diapers. Astonishingly, the price of diapers in Gaza has risen to over $50 USD for a small pack. Anyone who has ever spent time with a baby knows that babies require mountains of diapers. $50 barely buys a day’s worth in Gaza.

Additionally, this is going to be Khaled’s first winter, which means he has no winter clothes of any kind. There are some winter clothes for infants for sale in Gaza, but they are extremely expensive. Khaled is sick and also suffers from malnutrition, making him more vulnerable to the elements. Winters in Gaza are wet, windy, and cold, and this past winter saw the deaths of many infants and young children due to hypothermia.

Suad has been running a campaign to support her family’s evacuation for several months, but progress has been sporadic. The evacuation costs are exorbitantly high, and the cost of hopefully beginning their lives anew in Egypt will be extremely high also. In the mean time, Suad requires mutual aid for food, water, medications, winter clothes, doctor visits, diapers, and transportation.

This little boy deserves everything. He deserves to only know joy, to learn and grow in safety and health. He was born into a world which is largely neglectful of his suffering. Please be the exception. Please help this little boy and his family survive in a world that has turned its back on them.

Thank you❤️

Link to support Khaled, Suad, and their family

[flappyhappystim]

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[seumyo]

KENJI SATO ✰ 10:43

“Working overtime really doesn’t suit you, Sato.” The teasing sentence made Kenji grunt in disapproval, slumping against his couch.

“Wow, I didn’t notice. Thank you for that valuable input, [Name],” he says, rolling his eyes at you. 

He can’t help the sarcastic reply. Kenji’s schedule was all over the place. His life has been all over the place ever since his return to his home country, Japan. And now he not only has to take care of himself—which, in his defense, was fairly simple when he just had to worry about himself—he has to worry about an infant Kaiju!

What a wonderful (not) icing on the cake.

“Ken is really appreciative that you made time to fulfill his request, or, shall I say, cry for help, [Name].” Mina’s familiar voice flurried from a distance, closing in to your right in a breeze. 

“Hey! It was not a cry for help—it’s more like a... Asking a friend for a favor,” Kenji says, trying to ease his brain with what’s coming out of his mouth (like it was on autopilot, scrambling to defend himself and the pride he had left).

“Uh huh. And the favor is? I don’t really think there’s anything I could do to her containment unit or any repairs that’re needed in this place.”

“I just need someone to watch over her.”

(“I just need someone to talk to” is a much fitting phrase.)

“Doesn’t Mina already do that?”

“There’s only so much a supercomputer like me can do to entertain a living being, [Name].”

On cue, Emi croons at the video of you singing on stage. A part time career of yours, because when you’re not developing new tech that boosts the economy, you might as well indulge in your hobbies. 

Kenji wouldn’t admit it, but he has a vinyl or two—or even a whole collection of them—that he considers as priceless as his one-of-a-kind sports car displayed in the basement.

“Would you look at that? She likes your singing.” 

He watches as you take a step closer to Emi, observing how she delightedly squealed at the soft melody being played on the holograms. This 20-foot-tall baby Kaiju reminded you of the time you took care of children at the daycare center.

“I just...” he sighs. You didn’t even notice that Kenji was already beside you, offering you a canned drink. 

“How do you do it? Juggle everything?” He murmurs. “You’re the busiest person I know. Working on your thesis, performing at various concerts, taking on charity work, and whatnot. Hell, if you could run for president, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you in the elections, too.”

A quiet laugh was returned. “It’s not easy, that’s for sure. But within time, you’ll learn just what you need and what you can handle.”

“Mm. Don’t you ever just want to run away from all the responsibilities people place on your shoulders? I can barely take care of this young lady,” he chuckles, though it doesn’t hold even the slightest ounce of humor to it.

“I wish, but then I’ll remember the kids who're so happy to see me whenever I drop by,” you say. “They may be a handful at times, but you’ll be surprised to know just how smart and caring they are. How they take in their surroundings and attempt to figure out who they are. We’re all what they have. The least we could do is give them our time and love all the same.”

Kenji lets your words sink in. Simple and touching. The kind that gets the gears in his head to start twisting.

“You really are a charm with your words; did you know that?”  

“Thanks; I try my best.”

The night continues with Kenji and Emi playing baseball on a simulated field with you by the shed, cheering on from a safe distance. Kenji doesn’t remember the last time he’s been this genuinely happy after his return to Japan. It’s a refreshing feeling that he wants to get used to again. To see the baby Kaiju successfully hit the ball with a swift swing after watching after him is a sight that tugs at one’s heartstrings.

Just like a proud father.

“Come on, girl! We gotta run the bases!”

And as the two celebrate their moment of triumph, the baby Kaiju stomps toward you and giggles happily as she hoists you in the air without much warning. You took it all in you not to shriek and absolutely lose all composure, but when you’re up in the air and are being held to a bear hug like some sort of teddy bear by a Kaiju that could probably crush your bones if not careful, it’s hard to not just scream for your life.

“Oh, ok—ok. Baby, put me down gently, please,” you chuckle nervously. 

“It appears that the little one sees you as her other mother,” Mina adds.

Kenji laughs at the sight, pulling out his phone to take a picture. This is definitely a memory he’d want to remember.

“This is not funny, Kenji. Tell her to put me down.”

“Aw, is Baby not listening to her Mommy?”

“Again, not funny. This is like an out-of-the-blue co-parenting a child with you. With you being my annoying ex-husband.”

“Specific, eh?”

“Shut!”

When you’re just about to leave for the night, Kenji suggests that you sleep over. There’s a lot of spare bedrooms in their manor, he reasons. He also doesn’t understand what came over him to offer, but he doesn’t take it back.

But it could be because he’s missed you. And he’s somewhat afraid that this may be the last time you see each other in a while due to your clashing schedules.

“You’re such a girl dad, Kenji,” you tease.

“Haha, good one,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. He took a couple of blankets from the closet and placed them on the bed.

“Just saying.”

“Whatever you say, Mommy.”

“Oh hush, Daddy.”

That ringed out a laugh from him. “Bleh, that sounds so embarrassing coming from you.”

You shrugged. “Hm? Don’t you think you’re embarrassing too?”

“I’m not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. I will not be going back and forth like this with you anymore, Kenji Sato. Good night!”

Kenji can’t hide the smile that appears on his face. Yeah, he definitely missed this. 

Definitely missed you.

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