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A baby is born with two great assets: love and hope.
You know what the great thing about babies is? They are like little bundles of hope. Like the future in a basket.
The first stage of any development is infancy.
A woman can tell me about her having a baby, but I'll never know what it is to have a baby.
Birth is not only about making babies. Birth is about making mothers
strong, competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength.
That's why I like babies. They're like beginnings we don't have?
I, woman, give birth: and this time to myself.
A pregnant woman is a frightful object. A new-born child is loathsome. A deathbed rarely makes so horrible an impression as childbirth, that terrible symphony of screams and filth and blood.
When the yearning for living ends, there can be no more birth.
To wait, to patiently sit in the dark without knowing what the outcome will be, to protect and respect that which has yet no clear form - all these are aspects of the womb.
When you birth a child, it's like a bloody giving of self to the creation of a life.
...in the midst of the tumult, part ecstasy and part panic, into which all first-time mothers are thrown by sleep deprivation and headlong identity realignment.
Every generation rediscovers and re-evaluates the meaning of infancy and childhood.
Once your baby arrives, the world is no more the same than you are. Because from our very bodies we add to the collective human destiny. Our deepest urge is always toward life, to wholeness and well being.
Along with the joy of parenthood, with every child comes a piercing vulnerability. It is at once sublime and terrifying
Childhood, whose very happiness is love.
Being called baby: like safaris and bowling leagues, a phenomenon she never thought she'd experience first hand.
Every child is conceived either in love or lust, is born in pain, followed by joy or sometimes remorse.
Labor gives birth to ideas.
I think of birth as the search for a larger apartment.
Babies are like poems. They're beautiful to their creator, but to other people, they're silly and they're irritating.
Of children as of procreation
the pleasure momentary, the posture ridiculous, the expense damnable
A baby is a flower of hope, a song of eternity, and a promise of love and beauty of humanity.
In the garden of humanity every baby is a fresh new flower.
With newborns becomes new imagination into new wisdom and knowledge.
A baby is the source of pure joy, a bundle of a warm smile, and a heart of dancing love.
A man is not complete until he has seen the baby he has made.
A baby fills a hole in your heart that you didn't know was there.
PARENTHOOD is journey of being driven to the BRINK of INSANITY and BACK ... Like a YO YO!!
Birth is life's first lottery ticket.
Probably all babies, having recently been nothing, have a tenuous hold on life.
For the first time since giving birth so many years before, I grew weary of motherhood, and wondered how many more generations of women could be enticed to burden themselves with the solitary and thankless procreation, nourishing, and guidance of the human race.
In the birthing process, you come out just realizing how stupid and weak men are! I mean, I might as well not have been in there, we're useless!
Birth is the greatest miracle.
New birth, new bliss.
Motherhood: if it were going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor.
No one who has seen a baby sinking back satiated from the breast and falling asleep with flushed cheeks and a blissful smile can escape the reflection that this picture persists as a prototype of the expression of sexual satisfaction in later life.
Everyone knows that by far the happiest and universally enjoyable age of man is the first. What is there about babies which makes us hug and kiss and fondle them, so that even an enemy would give them help at that age?
It is in the encounter of the maternal guiding instincts with the sensitive periods of the newly born that conscious love develops between parent and child.
Every birth is a getting to know.
Birth was something that came quite unexpectedly, and afterwards there was one child more in the house.
Learn to respect this sacred moment of birth, as fragile, as fleeting, as elusive as dawn.
There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.
(as a single woman in my early thirties, I was careful not to coo excessively over other people's infants, lest it seem like I was telegraphing my desperation; the necessity of this precaution annoyed me, making me want to defiantly announce that I'd always liked babies,
In came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.
Pregnancy seemed like a tremendous abdication of control. Something growing inside you which would eventually usurp your life.
The newborn has only three demands. They are warmth in the arms of its mother, food from her breasts, and security in the knowledge of her presence. Breatfeeding satisfies all three.
Childbirth has always been a dangerous undertaking, but at least I've managed to eliminate the most painful part of the process.
What's that? Sex?
Love.
But the strangest of all sensations is the moment after you have been freed of the baby
and the baby of you
and you are handed this tiny shriveled creature to hold for the first time ... and you feel a mixture of unbelievable instant love and desperate fear.
When the newborn sniffed strangely at her chest, she stared into its eyes and saw a world only two days old. Those two and a half kilograms righted her, turned her vantage to a future kinder than experience had taught her to expect.
Infants have their infancy; adults, adultery.
There is a moment of conception and a moment of birth, but between them there is a long period of gestation.
Placing wonder on a beautiful baby Young, fresh with innocence Trials of life Dusted with vision Waiting to be polluted
Inside everyone is a great shout of joy waiting to be born.
A baby is an inestimable blessing and bother.
In soul of every newborn baby,
words are waiting to be written.
Belated maternity has had its compensations; small children have a habit of conferring persistent youth upon their parents, and by their eager vitality postpone the unenterprising cautions and timidities of middle age.
My psycho-analytic work has convinced me that when in the baby's mind the conflicts between love and hate arise, and the fears of losing the loved one become active, a very important step is made in development.
When you're born, you're pure. Unspoiled and trusting. Some say, it's the only time we're perfect. You're also born covered in blood and placenta. No one gets nostalgic about that.
If John Lennon was right that life is what happens when you're making other plans, parenthood is what happens when everything is flipped over and spilling everywhere and you can't find a towel or a sponge or your "inside" voice.
It's the most terrifying day of your life, the day the first one is born. Your life, as you know it, is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk, and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you'll ever meet in your life.
Babies make you do things for them. They get you up and they get you moving.
Simply put, when there is no home birth in a society, or when home birth is driven completely underground, essential knowledge of women's capacities in birth is lost to the people of that society - to professional caregivers, as well as to the women of childbearing age themselves.
Man begins life helpless. The babe is in paroxysms of fear the moment its nurse leaves it alone, and it comes so slowly to any power of self-protection that mothers say the salvation of the life and health of a young child is a perpetual miracle.
Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.
The early and the latter part of human life are the best, or, at least, the most worthy of respect; the one as the age of innocence, the other of reason.
The torment that so many young women know, bound hand and foot by love and motherhood, without having forgotten their former dreams.
The thing that's nice about pregnancy is that in the end, you have a baby.
Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.
I love babies. I love being pregnant and I loved giving birth.
Our obsession with birth, by shifting us to a point before our past, robs us of our pleasure in the future, in the present, and even in the past.
The act of birth is the first experience of anxiety, and thus the source and prototype of the affect of anxiety.
A baby is a beautiful, blooming, flower that can smile, sing, and dance.
What is motherhood save Nature in her most gladsome mood?
between words. "It's coming! The baby's coming.
Long ago you were a dream in your mother's sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth.
I could still remember how having a two day old baby makes you feel faintly sorry for everyone else, stuck in their wan unmiraculous lives.
What we call birth
Is but a beginning to be something else
Than what we were before; and when we cease
To be that something, then we call it death.
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
An infant is a seed. Is it an oak seed or a cabbage seed? Who knows. All mothers think their children are oaks, but the world never lacks for cabbages.
Babies change things, open doors you thought were shut, close others. Make you into something you never been.
A baby is a loud noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other.
The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.
Maternity is on the face of it an unsociable experience. The selfishness that a woman has learned to stifle or to dissemble where she alone is concerned, blooms freely and unashamed on behalf of her offspring.
... hearts wrung with anguish, the anguish of having children, a vulnerability as astonishing as the capacity for love that parenthood brings.
The newborn; the growing; the strong-willed and pliant; the ailing; the dying; the weak and defiant; over the roof of a painter withdrawn first from the world, then his family, and down into a masterpiece that has, in the end, withdrawn from its creator;
To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise.
We await the successsive births in the soul of the child. We give all possible material, that nothing may lack to the groping soul, and then we watch for the perfect faculty to come, safeguarding the child from interruption so that it may carry its efforts through.
Sometimes you wondered why anyone bothered crawling out of the cradle when what lay ahead was so darn difficult.
The job of the baby is to learn.
We are living a life full of first experiences, from a first kiss, to the first time giving blood, to conceptual and philosophical explanations of humanity's firsts.
In modern consumer society, the attack on mother-child eroticism took its total form; breastfeeding was proscribed and the breasts reserved for the husband's fetishistic delectation. At the same time, babies were segregated, put into cold beds alone and not picked up if they cried.
Early youth is a baffling time.
Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy
Babies and young children are like the research and development division of the human species, and we grown-ups are production and marketing.
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
Life is the soul's nursery.
PARENTHOOD: ROLE OR FUNCTION? Many
Grief is the midwife of your capacity to be immensely grateful for being born.