Baby Bottle Flip

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... pjs, nursing bras, shower shoes/flip flops, going home outfit, 10ft... outside of hospital provided one), BABY NAIL FILE and clippers they.... And an upside down perineal bottle (I used Frida mom). I...

.... Imagine a firearm that can flip between calibers on the fly... weren't going home. Find a bottle, finish whatever's in it, then... in drydock. Let's trick this baby out. — "Permission to come aboard, ...

... weaned with my first, to flip to bottles it was one ... was 1/4 of the bottle cow and 3/4 breast. ... I remember being dramatic to baby. He was biting with teeth ... dramatic about the biting. Current baby is just getting teeth in ...

... his hand on the pill bottle. "You know what to do...." Andrew said taking out a flip phone. "Wow, how old is... man removed an extra water bottle from his backpack and emptied... to wipe himself off with baby wipes. Tia peaked at him...

... that Jess could easily flip Carrie to her back allowing...own personal discretion,” Retrieving a bottle of lubricant Jess smiled for ... far,”, turning the plastic bottle up she unscrewed the cap ...,” Now it’s just us baby…”” UUUUNHHHHUUUHHH!” Jess chuckled as her ... emptying almost the entire bottle between Carries ass cheeks,” Are ... squeeze your cheeks together baby…”, the dildo’s bulbous head slowly ...

Hey everyone, first time dad here. My daughter was born last Monday, so we are about 11 days in. I want to preface this by saying I love her to death and I was aware that it would be a lot of work. That being said though, the reality of the lifestyle change has honestly hit me like a ton of bricks. The shock of the new routine is surreal with sleeping in blocks and late night/morning shifts between me and my wife. It feels really weird to be wide awake in a completely silent house, washing bottles and burping a baby. And there's no interaction with the outside world - we don't really go out at all as expected. I’m a dentist, so in my normal day it's structured, fast paced, and a lot of interaction. Not to sound like a captain obvious here, but going from that to this quiet, repetitive shift work just made it feel very.... out of place? I’m not depressed, my wife is doing okay (though the endless cycle of washing bottles and laundry is exhausting for both of us). IMO it’s actually nice to be away from the high stress of work. But the day to day lifestyle flip has just shocked my system more than I initially expected. Did anyone else experience this weird sense of isolation or whiplash in the first two weeks? How long did it take for the new normal to actually feel normal? Thank you. EDIT: Thanks so much for the positive replies guys. Nice to see that I'm not the only one here going through this lol submitted by /u/morningstarprime to r/NewParents [link] [comments]

Last weekend, my closest gals and pals got together to celebrate closing this chapter in my life, and realizing that life still moves on - sunny skies ahead, baby! ​ Lisa Frank themed decor including Inflatable dolphins, a blow up alien, 90s Inflatable couch, stars galore, MinniDip reusable balloon garlands and clusters, lots of colour, lots of shine! ​ Activities included decorating ceramic trinket dishes, donning a plethora of temporary tattoos, playing bingo for wicked prizes, building our own BaubleBar keychains, and some karaoke and trivia. ​ For food, it was all about loving ourselves. Chicken parmesean, fettuccine alfredo, cheese tortelloni, salad, broccoli, and breadsticks for dinner. Then, Lisa Frank butter shortbread cookies, a Lisa Frank lambeth-style chocolate SKOR cake, and vanilla and sprinkled spudnuts (handmade doughnuts made with potato flour,) with assorted milks for dessert. The next morning, we had coffee/tea/juice, yogurt parfaits, sweet scones, and breakfast burritos. It all went over incredibly well! ​ Drinks for the evening were peach iced tea, assorted Jones sodas, bottled water, assorted caned sodas, vodka, gin, and rum with mixes and garnishes. ​ Goody bags included a larger clear organizer bag with a mini WET brush, comb, quality scrunchie, star shaped barrettes, Kleenex pocket pack, mini star-shaped sticky notes, a 90s multicolour clicker pen, Hubba Bubba gum tape, Stella and Grace eye gels, temporary tattoos, stick on gem earrings, flip top Lip Smackers, and Kool Aid packets. There was also a smaller clip on sequined bag filled with powder Tylenol, ear plugs, Emergen-C, Shout wipes, makeup removing wipes, Band-Aids, and mini compressed pocket towels. Both bags were in iridescent mini totes that had room for their crafting creations. ​ Afterwards, everyone got personalized thank yous, and photos of the event. ​ While life may sometimes get us down, don't forget to look around, and thank those who stick it out with you. Happy partying, y'all! submitted by /u/AnaphylacticHippo to r/partyplanning [link] [comments]

People in my town bought a sale barn 12 day old Brahman for a $100 thinking they could flip him for $1500, they put out on FB they needed help because they thought he was dying which he was, they’ve never owned cows so I responded. I got there and found out he wouldn’t take a bottle so they just put a bucket of milk out for, so I knew he hadn’t ate for 2-3 days. He was actively trying to nurse on anything and severely malnourished I was so pissed after seeing him, told them he’d be dead in another day if the didn’t do something. I gave them $200 threw him in my backseat, got him home gave him electrolytes and he took a bottle no problem. His navel was severely infected so I took him to my cattle vet and he did surgery. After five days, he’s totally thriving now. I named him #49 Wobbles because he could barely stand when I found him. Sorry, I had to vent about it submitted by /u/DontBeAPotlicker to r/Cattle [link] [comments]

​ I’m looking for advice because I feel completely stuck and honestly really emotional about this. I’m in my sister-in-law’s wedding (my husband’s sister), and I had a baby 3 months ago. I’m exclusively breastfeeding. Earlier in her wedding planning, she said something along the lines of: “Breastfeeding babies will be allowed at the wedding” — basically so moms could bring babies without opening it up to all kids. I felt SO relieved and grateful when she said that. Fast forward to when I was about 9 months pregnant. I mentioned in a conversation that I wouldn’t attend my own sister’s wedding if my baby wasn’t allowed. My SIL immediately stopped me and said, “You know there are no kids allowed at my wedding.” That turned into a whole thing where people were basically saying it’s her wedding, her rules — which I do agree with in general. But to me, a 5-month-old breastfeeding baby feels very different than “kids.” Here’s another big factor: I originally would have had my mom watch the baby, but she passed away when my baby was only a month old. So my childcare plans are gone, and that’s been really hard. On the flip side, my own sister ended up completely changing her perspective after meeting my baby — she actually asked for the baby to be in her wedding and apologized for initially not understanding. That meant a lot to me. There’s also another piece that’s really bothering me. My sister invited my SIL to her wedding, but my SIL did not invite my sister to hers. The reason (as I understand it) is that my SIL fully expected my sister to stay behind and watch my baby. The problem is… my sister isn’t capable of watching an infant, and that’s not something I’m comfortable with anyway. It also feels really insulting that this decision was basically made for us — assigning her as childcare without asking — and then isn't even inviting her to the wedding because of it. (My sister is very insulted too) My SIL, though, has doubled down on “no babies.” I’m a bridesmaid, and I feel like if I step down or don’t go, I’ll ruin her wedding and feel guilty forever. But I also genuinely don’t think I can be away from my baby that long. I would need to feed her or I’ll be extremely uncomfortable/engorged. I would absolutely be respectful — step out if she fusses, have my husband take her out immediately during important moments, etc. I’m not trying to disrupt anything. We’ve also tried introducing a bottle, and it’s just not working for us right now. I truly don’t understand how someone can ask a newly postpartum, breastfeeding mom to be a bridesmaid and not allow her access to her baby all day. What would you do in my situation? submitted by /u/Lumpy_Bandicoot_8967 to r/beyondthebump [link] [comments]

This could all be chalked up to paranoia on my end and if you feel that is what this is, please do tell me. I will be the first to admit that I am not in a good head space (diagnosed postpartum depression AND postpartum rage). So, here goes.. I gave birth 5 weeks ago. I did not have a support system outside of my husband during this time. My mom lives across the country and all of my (5) siblings are with her. Half way through my delivery, while I was roughly 6.5 centimeters dilated and all but begging for the epidural, my MIL comes in to our delivery room uninvited and the nurses ask her if she is here to "support mom", and she goes "oh no, I am here to make sure MY baby has someone to hold him up" and instantly tries getting him to sit on the couch with her, telling him I was fine and that he needed to relax a bit (he was holding my hand and rubbing my back). He just ignores her completely and she eventually left. She came by unannounced to our home 3 days later and went on a tirade about how I needed to let the baby self soothe and how me constantly holding the baby was going to make her sons life miserable because I was creating a monster. My husband was not home at the time. I told her to leave several times, as she was now standing between me and my baby (who was UNBUCKLED in her swing, with it ON because my MIL literally just turned it on and stepped between me and my child before I could buckle her). My husband comes home, sees me flipping out and crying, and kicks his mom out (tells her to "f*ck right off and leave). She leaves with no problem. For the first 3ish weeks after this happened, my husband was acting completely normal. He apologized for his moms behavior several times and acted very, very guilty for having not been here to stop it before it got to that point. But otherwise, life went on normally and we fell in to learning our baby and parenthood. But about a week and a half ago he just started acting a bit off. Stopped talking as much. Looked super depressed/exhausted all the time. I finally got him to open up long enough to tell me that he missed his mom and felt guilty that she wasnt around to experience his first child (she has 7 other grandchildren, all of which she is a normal grandmother too and super loving and involved). He says he wants to invite her over and give her a chance to apologize. I just dont say anything. Mind you at this point I had already been diagnosed with PPD and PPR and mentally was just very, very not okay. So, I wanted to snap at this request but instead, I bit my tongue and asked him to give me a week. He said okay. Well, he didnt give me a week. She was at my house 2 days later. He swears he didnt invite her. I have no proof whether he did or didnt. But in his defense, he at least had the decency to act panicked, guilty and ask her why she was here. She told him that she wanted to come over and speak to me directly. She did apologize, saying that she was "just concerned" and that she had raised 4 kids and knew what she was doing and was just trying to give advice and hadnt realized it was such a sore subject. That was it. She didnt wait for me to respond, she just turned to my husband and asked him to go outdoors with her to "chit chat". She left an hour later. I was admittedly absolutely livid and told my husband that I asked him for a week and he just decided that he was going to do whatever he wanted anyways. He said it was "his f*cking life too" and that I was being selfish for not understanding his position. After that, I checked out honestly. I viewed him as absolutely repulsive. And that was amplified significantly because his mother has been here several times since that point. She has never once held the baby. She has never once asked how I was. She has never once even looked in my child's direction - other than a singular moment when she decided to snap a photo of me nursing and send that photo to the entire family, before telling me that I "should really cover up". I ignore her, she has otherwise ignored me. Fast forward to 3 days ago. My mom planned a surprise trip with all my siblings to come visit me and the baby for a week (hotel room, not staying here). But one of my siblings slipped up and accidentally said "I cant wait to see you" (shes 14) when I was on the phone with mom. So, I found out and was super stoked. I went to tell my husband and he asked when they would be here and I told him their flight lands tomorrow morning. He just instantly says "that doesnt work. Moms birthday is tomorrow and I planned a dinner for her." Maybe its my PPD/PPR talking but I snapped and said I "don't give a f*ck about your mother" and stated that he disrespected me time and time again by allowing that woman anywhere near me and that he can enjoy a dinner with his mom without me and the baby because I am going with my family. He argued that "his baby" had to be there for his moms birthday and I stood firm and said no. That woman has never once even held our child or shown interest in our child so no, the baby will be going with me. And he really had the nerve to say that I was "constantly choosing my family over him". A family that I havent seen in over a year. And followed it up with "I will just tell my mom she isnt welcome here anymore so you can get your way, per usual". So I said "good" and walked away. In the past 3 days we have not spoken. He has not spoken to my family, even when they try to talk to him (they all love and get along with him well - or did, up until now I guess). My mom has even asked me if he is alright or if he is also suffering from some form of PPD. So, I told my husband last night that if he can't act civil than he can go stay with his mother until my family leaves, because I am not going to be made to feel guilty for wanting to spend time with my family over a woman who consistently disrespects me. He didnt respond and went to bed (complete silent treatment). I am considering leaving him over this (again, maybe PPD/PPR, I dont know). AITA here at all? Update: I just wanted to give a little update on the past 2 days for those that are following this post. My family left last night and no, I did not go with them. Main reason being that I truly did not want my newborn on a plane, as the idea brings me far too much anxiety. However, I did speak to my husband. I told him that all of this was unacceptable. His silent treatments, him walking all over my boundaries AND him allowing his mother near me after all she had done. I told him if we couldn't find a compromise than I would be forced to look in to other living arrangements because I cannot handle his toxicity when I am healing. He deflected quite a bit in the beginning, asking why my boundaries are important but his are not. I asked what he meant and he said he apparently didnt want my family here around the baby because they "could have gotten her sick but instead of thinking about that or how I felt, you just did whatever you wanted". He never once told me he didnt want my family here - so, I told him that if he expects me to crawl up his ass to read his mind than he is sorely mistaken and maybe he should try focusing on his communication skills. This obviously led to yet another fight, with him saying he can't stand me and accusing me of "finding reasons" to take our daughter from him. I did not respond to this. I admittedly just stared at him and he just kept talking and venting and finally, crying. He said he has never felt so empty before and that every time he tries to help, he fucks it up and every time he thinks everything will be okay, something goes wrong. He says he has been bottling everything up so he doesnt dump it on me because he doesnt want to make things worse but that he is drowning with this new weight of extreme responsibility and said he doesnt know how to keep me happy when he isnt happy. He said he fears that I now just have something to hold over his head and take from him, just like everyone else in his life has done. And so, so much more. I didnt say anything. I just let him speak, because he finally was. And when he was done, I held him, and he cried some more. When all was calmed down I told him that I wasnt trying to take the baby from him, and that I would truly never do that. But I was also firm in saying that while I completely empathize and love that he finally spoke, that I cannot let my own boundaries be trampled anymore and that his mother cannot come back here. If he wants to see her, he needs to go to her. He just nodded and said "okay". I cant say right now whether he will actually stick to that. And we didnt talk beyond that either. Instead, he made dinner. He served me my plate and he spoon fed me while I was nursing the baby. This will be a long road. And I cant see the end of the tunnel right now, but maybe I will soon. Thank you everyone for taking your time to go on this journey with me, and pray for me. Much love ❤️ submitted by /u/Low-Cattle-4988 to r/AITAH [link] [comments]

Possible TW for violence and attempted abduction (kind of?) Title. She and my FIL had been watching my 13 week old for a couple days while I was recovering from a bad upper respiratory infection (it was bad enough to send me to the ER with my oxygen dropping into the low 80s). When I went to get her without my husband my MIL decided to get on my case about my daughter being gassy. This has been an ongoing thing with them and I've told them multiple times that not every cry with her is gas and that the pediatrician says she's fine. For whatever reason she and FIL are obsessed with thinking it's gas and trying to "fix" it. The latest attempt was secretly buying a different kind of bottle to use (I always provided bottles when they watched her) because they were advertised as good for colicky babies (which my daughter is not). My MIL refused to listen when I was explaining that the bottle had nothing to do with it and she kept saying that some random nurses she knew recommended them. I had enough of the conversation and said as much and told my FIL to put my daughter in her carseat so I could leave. MIL said no and I repeated to give me my damn child. MIL then got in my face screaming that I can't talk like that in her house and my baby of course starts screaming. I try to go comfort her and MIL tells FIL to take her to another room and grabs my arm, holding me back and not letting me get my child. I tried to get her off me but she kept holding me. She had grabbed me hard enough to bruise my inner arm. I threatened to call the cops on her for effectively kidnapping my child at that point. She screamed that if I did she would have me put on a 72 hour hold. She then shoved me in the corner of the room so I still couldn't get my daughter and began berating me. She screamed that I was ungrateful for all they do, that I apparently look down on her, that I don't trust them to care for my daughter, and that because of me MIL supposedly now has anxiety and blood pressure issues that she needs medication for. By this point I'm bawling and just wanting my daughter. MIL continued to berate me and keep me from my daughter until she (MIL) had calmed down and then she let my FIL put her in the carseat and let me take her. MIL then did a complete 180 and started trying to make small talk like none of that just happened. Then she tried to say that she was just protecting my daughter because she didn't want me driving off too fast with her because I was frustrated with them. I told her I'd never put my daughter in harm's way like that and left. My husband doesn't know what to make of the situation. I told him I don't want to be around MIL and our daughter will not be either. I don't care that they were our only childcare help right now. I don't feel safe around her and I don't trust her to keep ky daughter safe if she's this mentally unstable. My husband is supporting my decision. He hasn't talked to his mom since and is trying to find a time to talk with her about her behavior and the consequences. It just sucks that this came out of nowhere with her. As I said they were our help. My family are all 2+ hours away. At this point I don't know if I'll ever let her see my daughter again. I know if my husband goes no contact permanently she'll flip shit. From the start she called him her "little ride or die" and told me that whatever I do, don't try and come between them. If I asked him to do it to protect our daughter he would in a heartbeat. Is it crazy of me to want to ask him if we can move closer to my family? Edit: Since I can't reply to everyone. With the police report there's an extra layer of concern that was too much to type for the original text. They are best friends with the sheriff for their county (which the incident happened in). So if I file a report there's almost no way he won't find out about it and I don't trust that he won't contact my MIL. Even if I report it with my local agency, they'd have to forward the report. And with our last name (it's distinct and recognizable) the officers for that department would definitely know who it was about and I'm worried with small town gossip that things would get back to MIL submitted by /u/Brisknees96 to r/JUSTNOMIL [link] [comments]