Quotes About Newborn

When she had first held Jacob in her arms and pressed her lips to his tender, fragile scalp, it had felt as though she were being brought back to life, like a wilting plant being watered.

Noah was born she backed off completely for a while, barely visiting

Where's your instruction manual?" I asked him. "What's the baby customer-service number?

We need not presume to shape the distant future; we need only respect the prospects of those newly born today. End

In the living room, the consensus among the guests was that Scotty's looks favored his father, but the Judge was quick to disagree: 'He doesn't look a thing like me. He looks like an hors d'oeuvre.' Hearing this, Joan thought the following, and pledged it to herself, as both prayer and promise: You will be loved, Scotty Ocean. And while the guests laughed at the Judge's remark, Joan leaned over and softly whispered to her newborn son, 'You will be loved.

The first time you hold your baby in your arms, I mean, a sense of strength and love washes over you. It washed over me and I never thought that possible.

If I trample something critical, the patient may awaken lacking a vital memory. That one where they gazed into the sky as a child wondering how a star might taste, settling on breathtaking wintergreen. The smell of their newborn daughter's scalp, or that haunting tingle on their lips following their first kiss.

When a child is born, it is immersed in an atmosphere charged with the stellar vibrations peculiar to that moment, which are stamped upon each atom of the sensitive organism by the air inhaled with the first breath.

Mrs. Church settled a blanket over him and told the footmen, "Take him up to the master bedroom. Softly…no jostling. Treat him as if he were a newborn babe." After counting in unison, the footmen lifted the stretcher. "A babe that weighs fourteen stone," one of them grunted. Mrs. Church tried to look stern, but the corners of her eyes crinkled briefly. "Mind your tongue, David.

David Spellman was born perfect. Eight pounds even, with a full head of hair and unblemished skin, he cried for a brief moment right after his birth (to let the doctor know he was breathing), then stopped abruptly, probably out of politeness.

The whole birth thing though," Elle said. "It just seems like a poor exit strategy, doesn't it?

There is nothing like a newborn baby to renew your spirit - and to buttress your resolve to make the world a better place.

Hark the herald angels sing "Glory to the new-born king." Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled!

Had my first son this morning... well, actually, my wife had him. I just caught him. Wo. Heart expanding way faster than my brain...

You know if it'd been three wise women searching for the newborn babe, they would have asked for directions much sooner, found the stable, swept it out, and had a meal waiting by the time Mary and Joseph arrived.

Look. Isn't he beautiful? Drew's expression softened. Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that? Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.

In a lot of ways, having a teenager isn't all that different from having a newborn. You learn to read the reactions, because they're incapable of saying exactly what it is that's causing pain.

Look at that," Michael said. "My daughter's an hour old and she's already sleeping with some guy.

The baby's body lay in a bassinet. He was the size of a half loaf of bread, his bones light as a bird's and stretched with thin skin.

The soul of the newly born baby is marked for life by the pattern of the stars at the moment it comes into the world, unconsciously remembers it, and remains sensitive to the return of configurations of a similar kind.

When Charles first saw our child Mary, he said all the proper things for a new father. He looked upon the poor little red thing and blurted, "She's more beautiful than the Brooklyn Bridge."

When my mother comes home from the hospital with me, my older brother takes one look inside the pink blanket, says, Take her back. We already have one of those. Already

Poetry, is music to the ears, as the first cry of a newborn baby to its mother ears."

By April 1990, Alan and Jessica had lived with his parents for nearly two months. They decided to move, however. The best place was Hoover, into Jessica's mother and stepfather's house. Sam was a month old. Living in Hoover would be more