Quotes About Newborn

Here we have baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

When my son was born, and after a day of lying-in I was told that I could leave the hospital and take him home, I burst into tears. It wasn't the emotion of the moment: it was shock and horror.

It was like being alive twice, seeing the world twice, and the new vision came through the eyes of a small, curious, unstoppable being who had never seen it before. We had our own little mindfulness coach, reminding us that when all else fails us in this life we can love our own toes, or the velvet coolness of a dog's ear, or his downy fur. People told us how we would fall in love with our baby, but not how through him we would fall in love with everything else again too.

And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie's newborn boy.

An old memory that surfaces. A late primrose preserved between the pages. Strange bits of happiness, like the photo of Finnick and Annie's newborn son.

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn

You are newborn from the furnace and about to enter Hell. And in time you will, for reasons will find obscure, name yourself Penny Royal ...

The mall was a mecca for a newborn street rat.

It was a miracle, finding myself a father. I can't tell you. He was so small, and yet so real. He moved, he made sounds, he opened his eyes and stared into my face. His hands clutched at my fingers. It was unexpected, the depth of my feelings for him even then. I'd have done anything for him. Died for him if need be. Nothing I'd ever done to that point in my life seemed half so important.

When your novel first peeks its head into the world, it will look pretty much like every newborn: blotchy, hairless, and utterly confused.

Being a new mommy really is the best.

To give birth is the most beautiful thing in the world.

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.

I feel like I'm that typical new parent that's nervous about everything.

Well, somebody in your situation needs to look at life like a newborn baby. Pretend like you have never been in the world before and you're waiting for it to show you what's what. Keep your head in the right now.

Unlike England, where a home health aide nips over every day during the first fortnight and several times a week for the next two months, many new parents in America don't have anyone around to guide them through the early days.

It's hard enough on them to be cast out of the cushy comfort of the uterus—some forced to squeeze their way through a narrow birth canal, others literally plucked from the womb—into the harsh fluorescent light of the delivery room. Along the way, they encounter surgical instruments, drugs, and a host of hands that pull, prick, and scrub them, typically within seconds of their arrival

everyone to know about our baby.

Mares had the capability to slow birthing so that the foal would have the dark hours to find its feet and be ready to run from a predator by dawn.

I love rocks with the unconditional love that you lavish upon a newborn baby.

The firstling of the infant year.