Sentences with phrase «baby in the arms of»

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

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?

My first mother's day was the day I placed my first baby in the arms of his new mom.

Placing your baby in the arms of another loving family doesn't take away the fact that you carried her for nine months and gave birth.

, rocking the baby In the arms of parents, massaging, touching face or head and many more.

Otherwise hold your baby in your arms of on your legs.

-- was breastfeeding Stephen, the baby in the arms of Viola Lennon, one of LLL's seven cofounders and coauthor of The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding.

Joy not necessarily for themselves, but for a family which was missing a piece until they placed that beautiful, miraculous baby in the arms of joyful adoptive parents who don't know how to thank them.

Not exact matches

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.

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.

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.

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?)

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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).

«Nothing like the weight of a baby in your arms.»

Current research has focused on three general types of physical contact, skin - to - skin contact (kangaroo care), in - arms holding and the use of a soft carrier to hold baby.

Bend one arm and place your baby, tummy down, along the length of your forearm, with his head resting in your open hand and his legs straddling your arm.

Secondly, co-sleeping usually works for me, but when I wake myself up SNORING approximately FIVE HUNDRED TIMES in one night because of a stuffy nose (why yes, that was last night, thank you), while my little girl sleeps like a... well, a BABY with her little arms over her head, it can be amusingly frustrating.

Just yesterday, she managed to get out of the straps in the high chair and as I tUrneD arouNd to get a Baby wipe she stood up on the high chair and proceeded to climb down; She tumbled to the floor and cried bloody murder it all happened so fast that I couldn't see if she landed directly on her head or cushioned herself by putting out her arms.

After consuming an obscene amount of coffee the next day to compensate (and feeling grumpy and wrong), we are overjoyed when our baby falls asleep anywhere: a car seat, a bouncy chair, a baby carrier, or in our arms.

Is there anything better than the weight of a newborn baby in your arms?

Never mind the general public... Some examples: 1) the passenger in front of us on our first flight, whom when my daughter was crying while we waited to take off and I said something aloud such as «I'll nurse her once we take off and then she'll be quiet», had to tell everyone around us that she was a nurse and that I was essentially a bad mom to not nurse my baby during takeoff (sorry lady, but the reason I bought her a seat was for her to be in her car seat during takeoff as it's much safer than in my arms nursing).

An article in Parents magazine explains the three common ways that babies fall asleep (in your arms, in a baby carrier or sling, or in a swing or car seat) and how to break them of the habit.

We're finding that we're in this together — sort of brothers (with babies)-- in - arms and are looking to each other more and more for grounded advice.

My husband and I agreed and while I never planned to get out of that tub without a baby in my arms I decided to go with the flow and take some Valerian and get some rest.

«Play provides an opportunity to build strength in muscles and understanding in the brain of how to interpret a child's environment,» says Amy Baez, a pediatric occupational therapist, author and founder of Playapy, «Babies learn from play through simple activities like moving their eyes, to holding their arms up, to holding a bottle, to lifting their heads up off the floor.

In the beginning, you can swaddle the whole body, but at six weeks old or so, your baby's arms (or at least one of them) should be free.