@GoodhueDaughter Trust your gut. There is no rush, and pediatricians do not get the feeding/nutrition education they should before offering this advice. It should be fun not stressful, so if you feel they aren’t ready and that’s stressful, just wait. They have their whole lives to eat solids!
@GoodhueDaughter My opinion—take it or leave it: I have held off solids for every baby that made me uneasy/I didn’t feel was ready/couldn’t sit unsupported/was a preemie. And I’ve never regretted it. Even started and fully stopped once because one showed me she wasn’t ready. She eats great now.
today is really hard for girls who like hot dogs and look really good in red lipstick but don’t want to be mistaken for patriotic. keep us in your prayers 💔
@GoodhueDaughter What you can do is roll receiving blankets or swaddles and place them on either side of the baby after they’re buckled. Here’s an article that’s really helpful/has photos! This was recommended to me during a car seat test at the hospital! https://t.co/navC1m1sfp
@GoodhueDaughter No—if it doesn’t come with seat, it wasn’t crash tested with it, meaning it’s possible it could inhibit the harness from doing what it should and extra padding can force their chins to their chest and obstruct their airway. I’ve brought up 5lb babies in that exact model!
3 things:
1) I look like a child who had never seen the sun (or known joy) in those photos.
2) they did NOT move
3) @GlennonDoyle please tell Amanda she’s doing great. My mom is wonderful, and we laugh about it now. I wish she had found me some bronzer, but…
I was just crying laughing at this episode in the shower. When I was about 12 we thought our cousin was moving across the country so our moms scheduled a JcPenny photo shoot for her, my sister, and I. I woke up sick. Tried to rally. Vomited outside of the mall.
Listen to today's episode Why Good Photos Make Us Feel Bad at https://t.co/ceqqEXBOdD
We talk about Amanda’s epiphany on Alice’s school Picture Day; why family photo shoots bring out the worst in us; and why we should allow ourselves and our people to just look like we look.
My mom looked between me and the vomit and said “okay, let’s go.” We used a straightener from the mall hair salon to fix my hair, and I was dragged into the photo studio for pictures because “these were going to be the last ones for a long time.”
Hey trans kids, I love you. God loves you. You are a miracle of Divine creativity. You are part of MY community. You and I are friends. Let them have their hate. We are busy rejoicing in the miracle.