Sentences with phrase «heard breathing on»

The story may not give you nightmares, but your blood pressure will go up as soon as Ashley picks up the phone only to hear breathing on the other end of the line.

Not exact matches

Alfie Evans had his treatment withdrawn but breathed unassisted for 9 hours, leading to another hearing on Tuesday.

He went on still farther, and everything was so quiet that one could hear oneself breathe.

Our 17 - year - old keeper flung to his left to push away Lennon's header before he produced a brilliant double save to keep out Ben Woodburn's shot and then Lennon's follow - up as the Blues breathed a sigh of relief on hearing the half - time whistle.

Because I was afraid I would not hear her if she stopped breathing when she was in her crib, I kept her lying on my stomach when I slept.

On the other hand, noise breathing caused by troublesome breathing problems is usually persistent and hence you would most likely hear it all the time.

Non-contact baby monitors have usually focused on letting a parent or caregiver see or hear the baby, but newer models are taking the monitoring up a notch by promising to track a baby's heart and breathing rates as well.

At least he could still hear me breathe and would know I was near him, even though he wasn't sleeping on me.

Being up on your chest, your baby can feel your breathing, hear your heart beat and gets the skin to skin contact they love.

They can also provide levity if you're up for hearing juicy gossip, keep you focused on your breathing during each contraction, or provide hourly phone or email updates to family members and friends.

Dad / partner should be caressing mom and she should look at the baby, smell the baby, feel the baby on her skin, kiss the baby, hear the baby, watch her breathing and the babies breathing... Then Latch!

I felt this worked for us as it combined the need for us to be close, hear each other breathing, smell each other and all that good, basic, human connection while at the same time providing her with a safe un-smooshable space to sleep and with any luck help us on the journey to being an independent sleeper.

I appreciated this so much; they were working hard on his breathing and knew it would help him to hear his mother.

In the case of Garner, whose confrontation with police was captured on a dramatic video on which Garner can be heard repeatedly saying he can't breathe, former Staten Island District Attorney Daniel Donovan declined to release minutes from the grand jury.

The father of six, a horticulturalist with the city's Parks Department, can be heard numerous times saying he can not breathe before he goes silent on his side as paramedics arrive.

The incident was caught on a controversial video in which Garner is seen being wrestled to the ground by officers for selling illegal cigarettes — before being heard saying «I can't breathe» nearly a dozen times.

Pantaleo and other officers wrestled Garner, who could be heard yelling, «I can't breathe,» while police were on top of him.

Your hearing is now on the heavy breathing coming in and out through your lungs, while your mind starts to quiet.

A man tries to force himself on a woman (she's his wife), she resists, they struggle, she hits him repeatedly, he tears off her clothes (we see her bare breasts, crotch and buttocks), and they continue to struggle (please see the Violence / Gore category for more details); they then kiss passionately, he flips her over onto a bed, we hear them breathing rhythmically, see him in silhouette thrusting and hear him climax.

It was the gaffe heard around the world, but when the dust finally cleared on last year's fateful Oscars and this graceful indie was crowned Best Picture (with well - deserved awards for Mahershala Ali as Supporting Actor and Barry Jenkins and Tarell Alvin McCraney for Best Adapted Screenplay), instead of the front - runner La La Land, liberal Hollywood breathed a collective sigh of relief.

On top of that, we are introduced to the two gorgeous female leads, Amber Heard and Odette Yustman, who breathe light into everything they are in, before they even open their mouths.

Fede Alvarez follows up his Evil Dead remake with Don't Breathe, a breathless (pun intended) thrill ride that puts your cojones in a vice early on and twists until you hear a «pop».

There are very distracting sounds on the track: page turning noises, the microphone was scraped / moved across the desk or jostled at one point, the author is heard swallowing or breathing or lip smacking several times throughout the performance.

I babysit a little boy for this family and they have a labradoodle so I am with him a lot and recently I have been dog sitting him while the family I work for is on vacation and I have been noticing that when ever he lays down he starts breathing really hard and fast and you can hear the air going through his nose every time he breathes like his nasal passage is blocked and he's trying to clear it or something and his chest moves up and down like a kid who is about to have an asthma attack and he coughs and burps a lot.

She could see me and knew I was there but she still whined and panting and breathing very fast... If I took her out of the crate, she would lay down and rest quietly but as i couldn't let her run free for the night (and at my wits end at 2.30 am (I hadnt been to sleep yet and my husband was very tired and getting grumpier by th eminute) I took her out of the crate (left the crate in my bedroom upstairs) and locked her away downstairs in the bathroom with some toys and paper to wee on and chews toys where we could not hear her..

On top of the opportunity to write, retreat holidays also give the space for writers to be inspired by the unique setting, be that a quaint cottage in Devon, England or a sun drenched, rural landscape in Catalonia, the chance to see, hear and breathe another culture undoubtedly adds richness and depth to a writer's work, especially for travel writers.

I could obviously go on forever about the amazing things you need to experience in this beautiful country, but I think it's best to hear it from the other people that live and breathe it every day.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

6 On hearing the buzzer take a deep breath in hold it for a second and breathe out hold it for a second and repeat three times and slowly open your eyes.

I had just read this article by Damien Howard and Sue Quinn on Aboriginal hearing loss and the criminal justice system, and this breathed life into it.

They're so hopped up on adrenaline that they can barely hear anything other than their own shallow breathing.

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor walk too wise: If you can dream — and not make dreams your master; If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build»em up with worn - out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch - and - toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the WILL which says to them: «Hold On!&raquon one turn of pitch - and - toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the WILL which says to them: «Hold On!&raquon when there is nothing in you Except the WILL which says to them: «Hold On!&raquOn!»