Sentences with phrase «babies in their arms in»

Several women cuddle babies in their arms in a small anteroom at the back of the main hall, chatting and laughing softly.

It's illegal to carry a baby in your arms in a car.

Rocking and Bouncing: One comforting technique involves rocking your baby in your arms in a bold, vigorous swinging motion with your feet hip distance apart, and your arms rounded widely in a barrel shape swinging them from side to side.

Hold baby in your arms in front of the mirror.

If you simply need a little push, you might be holding your baby in your arms in a matter of hours.

Not exact matches

We've tested and researched many nursing pillows, and the My Brest Friend is the best one for keeping your baby in the right spot during feeding, and it gives you great back and arm support.

A whopping 82 % of babies born each year are placed in the arms of millennial mothers.

There was a baby in the crib with lines running from its arms and legs that ran to a set of levers on the wall, and standing there was an evil - looking clown throwing the switches.»

9 months from conception, if an abortion doesn't occur (and assuming the baby doesn't die of natural causes), you're holding a living, breathing being in your arms.

Other times, the contrast is jolting — the baby cooing in your arms as news of another mass shooting scrolls across the TV, the wedding on Inauguration Day, 2017.

Let yourself be all of the mother that you are — when you yell or get frustrated, when you ask forgiveness, when you feel your heart straining against your rib cage, all because of how he looks asleep in your arms, all because of the sound of childish voices laughing outside, all because of the quiet nights in the monastery of the baby's room, just rocking in a time outside of time, it's all real and it's all you and it's all okay.

So he always says that it's one of the favourite sights of his life, the sight of the little babies we've made pressed against me in the morning, laying in white cotton sheets, my shirt all askew, and he wraps his arms around us both.

Picture the old man with the baby in his arms He stands chuckling with giddy joy, or perhaps he gazes with streaming tears on his cheeks, or is lost in transfixed wonder; in whatever way, he is so very happy.

But right now I want a bath and a pint of Guinness, I want to sit beside the man cradling our last little baby in his strong arms and lean my head into his shoulder, memorize this exact moment, I want to stay here in this pause for just a while longer.

I became a mama for the first time in the Fall of 1998 when a foster mom, in the dark of night in a tiny home in the middle of Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam placed a nine week old baby girl into my shaking arms.

In the guise of a tiny baby in its mother's arms, obeying the great laws of birth and infancy, you came, Lord Jesus, to dwell in my infant - soul; and then, as you re-enacted in me — and in so doing extended the range of — your growth through the Church, that same humanity which once was born and dwelt in Palestine began now to spread out gradually everywhere like an iridescence of unnumbered hues through which, without destroying anything, your presence penetrated — and endued with supervitality — every other presence about mIn the guise of a tiny baby in its mother's arms, obeying the great laws of birth and infancy, you came, Lord Jesus, to dwell in my infant - soul; and then, as you re-enacted in me — and in so doing extended the range of — your growth through the Church, that same humanity which once was born and dwelt in Palestine began now to spread out gradually everywhere like an iridescence of unnumbered hues through which, without destroying anything, your presence penetrated — and endued with supervitality — every other presence about min its mother's arms, obeying the great laws of birth and infancy, you came, Lord Jesus, to dwell in my infant - soul; and then, as you re-enacted in me — and in so doing extended the range of — your growth through the Church, that same humanity which once was born and dwelt in Palestine began now to spread out gradually everywhere like an iridescence of unnumbered hues through which, without destroying anything, your presence penetrated — and endued with supervitality — every other presence about min my infant - soul; and then, as you re-enacted in me — and in so doing extended the range of — your growth through the Church, that same humanity which once was born and dwelt in Palestine began now to spread out gradually everywhere like an iridescence of unnumbered hues through which, without destroying anything, your presence penetrated — and endued with supervitality — every other presence about min me — and in so doing extended the range of — your growth through the Church, that same humanity which once was born and dwelt in Palestine began now to spread out gradually everywhere like an iridescence of unnumbered hues through which, without destroying anything, your presence penetrated — and endued with supervitality — every other presence about min so doing extended the range of — your growth through the Church, that same humanity which once was born and dwelt in Palestine began now to spread out gradually everywhere like an iridescence of unnumbered hues through which, without destroying anything, your presence penetrated — and endued with supervitality — every other presence about min Palestine began now to spread out gradually everywhere like an iridescence of unnumbered hues through which, without destroying anything, your presence penetrated — and endued with supervitality — every other presence about me.

And just at that time, we can imagine Mary and Joseph and their friends and family gathering together with an eight - day - old baby Jesus in their arms for the circumcision and naming ceremony.

Something similar is happening when Jesus stands a child up in the midst of his disciples, then takes the child in his arms the way Simeon had once embraced baby Jesus and says, «Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes not me, but the one who sent me (Mark 9:37).

Before you start any of your usual self - righteous hissy fits, look at ALL the 8 methods of abortion in detail — in technicolour, and tell me those bodies with heads, legs, arms and features are NOT babies.

At the beginning of the game, pharoah's daughter, reminiscent of a Cleopatra bobble - head, picks up a bundled baby Moses and cradles him in her arms.

I was standing watching myself as a baby in the arms of Jesus Christ, and in front was my biological father.

I will remember how the sun came through the windows and the babies slept with their arms flung up over their heads, in complete abandoned vulnerability.

When I visited Amanda in Hyderabad back in 2006, I had my «poverty tourist» moments — being shocked by the slums, throwing up all the time, taking an absurd amount of photographs, crying like a baby when the rickshaw driver ripped us off — but Amanda never looked down her nose at me or chided my efforts, even though a few weeks before she had held a dying little girl in her arms and a few weeks later she would severely burn her leg on a motorbike.

There is a hungry baby, blinking eyes at the light of life and a mama longing to nurse, open mouths and wonder at what you have just done, arms that suddenly don't feel quite attached to our body unless there is that little person in them.

Once when the Prophet had been sitting on a tree stump and then abandoned it for a higher seat in order that the increased number of listeners might hear him better, all the audience heard the wailing complaint of the stump, a wailing which continued until the Prophet took the stump in his arms and consoled it as one would console a baby.

He said that because, even though I made my peace with The Ache, even though I was in complete agreement that we were done with our three, even though I was ready for this new season of life without any babies in my arms, there was still that part of me that longed for one more.

If what you interpret Paul as saying is that before creating all the myriad galaxies and star systems God decided that They would put some humans on the third planet from an insignificant star on a little arm of a middling galaxy and that the first hominids chosen role would be to perform pretty much to spec and do something silly and rebellious (arguably without sufficient information as to consequences for themselves and their off spring, oh, and for serpents) and cause affront to the tripartite godhead warranting separation of Gods grace from all their offspring; then we are left with people being chosen from way back before the Big Bang to do some terrible things like killing babies or betraying Jesus who was chosen on the same non date (time didn't exist before creation) to die in a fairly nasty fashion and thereby appease the righteous wrath of himself and his fellow Trinitarians by paying a penalty as a substitute for all future sins (of believers?)

I don't dance often, just around my dining room, with a laughing baby in my tired arms, tinies swirling and twirling through the furniture, sometimes I dance at the grocery store, as I push the heavy cart.

Each month «Mama Beth» helps usher in precious new life and lovingly places babies into their mother's arms.

I loved the songs we sang loud and I loved the sight of the tinies standing on risers, flinging their arms around with the action songs, beside their friends, I loved my baby in my arms, and I loved us all in some supernatural thing of wholeness and connection.

Like a baby content in its mother's arms, my soul is a baby content.»

What Christian would willingly surrender the appearance of the angels to the shepherds and the «multitude of the heavenly host» singing a hymn never heard before on land or sea, or the star dropping low from the skies to guide the magi from far away mysterious lands to the Judean village and the stable who God himself lay a tiny baby in the arms of his mother?

Then the doctor stuck the scissors in the back of his head, and the baby's arms jerked out, like a startle reaction, like a flinch, like a baby does when he thinks he is going to fall.

The baby eventually died in her arms.

They were involved in orgies to worship Ashtaroth, and frying their babies in the red hot arms of Molech.

Once the baby is born and laid in his mother's arms (ideally in a rooming - in hospital where the father can also participate), the development of what Erik Erikson calls basic trust (4) already is in progress.

Out of the bubble that is American life, we sat with dying men and women, held newly orphaned babies in our arms, and cried with shattered family members.

The planet itself seemed less impressive, in its old - fashioned, deliberate, annual or daily revolution, than this huge wheel, revolving within arm's length at some vertiginous speed, and barely murmuring, — scarcely humming an audible warning to stand a hair's - breadth further for respect of power, — while it would not wake the baby lying close against its frame.

A nice lady brought me a cup of tea and I sat in smug serenity whilst my baby slept peacefully in my arms and everyone else's created merry hell.

Writing a cookbook with a baby / toddler in one arm / under your feet — you're my hero!

I can't believe it was five years ago I first held you in my arms: you were a tiny baby with twinkly eyes and the cutest little dimples.

These, with a liberal sprinkling of howling, bald - headed babies in arms, made up the crowd that met in a shady grove on a hillside to participate in the barbaric rites of the barbecue.

Old grizzled vets wearing ball caps emblazoned with military insignia wander by, hip young parents tote the next generation of foodies in baby carriers, Latina babes wearing impressively high heels and impossibly tight pants hang on the arms of their boyfriends while sucking on ice cream bars.

Investigators from our global arm, Animals International, expose the brutal live export trade in Romanian baby animals.

Even as a baby, Asya says, Max's arms were so long that when his cradle was put in the yard, he would reach out and pluck peaches from the branches of a neighbor's tree.

The first pick in the»89 draft, by the Colts, George was blessed with great arm strength and a hair - trigger release, but he was a big baby.

One time Baby Doll got hurt, and as the call went out for a stretcher, Bull Cyclone just scooped up the limp little form and carried Baby Doll off the field in his massive arms.

Our breastfed babies spend so much MORE time physically in our arms than the time their bottle - fed peers spent in the arms of their own mothers (regardless of what is in the bottle).

I have done it so many times, holding baby in one arm and using other to do your business.

There is no greater joy than holding your baby in your arms for the first time.