#Second Child

[purple-sunstar]

Underated idea for Glamrock Fronnie

yall say a lot that Gregory is their child right?

WHAT ABOUT HIM- 😭👇

HE EXISTS PEOPLE PLS- HES SO ADORABLE 😭😭😭♥️

#help #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #i love gay animatronics #fnaf #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy x glamrock bonnie #gay?!?! #gay #cri #Helpi #Helpy needs love two #Second child #Bisexual #Gay rights #lgbtqia #lgbt pride #lgbtq community

[yasyassie]

wdym this is not a song about Nikolai Lantsov??? See, I was born the second child With a spirit running wild, running free And they saw trouble in my eyes They were quick to recognize the devil in me See, I was born a restless child And I could hear the world outside calling me And Heaven knows how hard I tried But the devil whispered lies I believed

#nikolai lantsov #king nikolai #grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #ravka #what do you mean by king of ravka he's the king of my heart #shadow and bone show #shadow and bone #king of scars #rule of wolves #leigh bardugo #leigh bardugo books #six of crows #nikolai x zoya #the oh hellos #second child #i love this song

[sir-feral-crow]

I wonder if somewhere deep down,

Cain had always known

That he was destined to kill his brother.

Could he feel it in the eyes of his father and mother?

Could he feel he was destined to continue the path of firsts?

I wonder how much it hurt,

to be set aside.

To be the one forced to survive.

I wonder if he accepted it,

And knew we couldn't all be destined for bright things.

Did he know that he would be seen

Forever as a problem child?

That others would follow

and be the child who was just a little too wild?

#poetry #second child #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #poem #poets on tumblr

[elvensworld]

It has been a crazy past 18 weeks. So much has happened. We had twins and lost one of them at 8 weeks. We then found out that Erik has some swelling, but it is getting better. Hopefully these next 22 weeks go by smoothly and Erik will arrive without anymore complications.

#pregnancy #pregnant #18 weeks pregnant #second child #phantom phan #phantom baby

[chaoticmiserablelover]

Roman Fedorov = I am not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite.

And it makes me miserable.

#books and reading #olivie blake #one for my enemy #book characters #island of dogs #Roman Fedorov #the Fedorov brothers #vulture reference #sobbing #second child

[insidemetheyare]

My tiny little baby bump.. still not sure how far along I am. I'll hopefully know next Wednesday.

#pregnant #second child #scared #happy #emotional #the beginning #myself #me #grateful

[foreverthirty1]

Me, dropping my first baby off at daycare: Look at me. I love you. I will always return for you. You are strong. You are capable. I am proud of you. I will be back later. I would never leave you. I love you more than life itself.

Me, dropping my second baby off at daycare: [slowing the car down] alright baby remember what we practiced, you’re gonna tuck that chin in and start rolling as soon as you hit the ground, you’ve got this.

#new mom #parenthood #second child

[goofycassie]

Sienna & Blaze welcomed a beautiful and healthy girl. They named her Sephora.

#new addition to the family #baby girl #second child #second born #family of four #proud parents #the sims #the sims 4 #ts4 #black simblr #black sims of color #ts4 black sims #urban sims

[keychainsblog]

Welcome back, good news: a famous superstar Rihanna Is Pregnant with Second Baby, Reveals Bump During Super Bowl 2023 Halftime Show. The 34-year-old 2023 Super Bowl Halftime performer took the stage in Phoenix Sunday dressed head-to-toe in bright red, revealing a baby bump, and becoming the first pregnant woman to star in the halftime show. Rihanna played up the big reveal in the opening moments of her performance, rubbing her stomach and leaving the zipper of her outfit — a jumpsuit layered over a close-fitting bodysuit and sculpted bandeau — down to reveal her belly.

#keepit100 #superstars #famous #yes sir #hiphop #pop music #r&b music #rihanna #pregnancy #super bowl halftime show #second child

[theredconversegirl]

Hey! Could you please recommend some fanfics where Sasuke and Sakura have a second child? Or more children

Hey nonny,

Thanks for stopping by! 💕

I love kid fics so much 🥰 I have the perfect list for you, featuring second child or more:

Uchiha Babies 🍅🌸

I hope you have a wonderful time reading these recs, have a nice week! 🤍

Stay Safe,

xoxo

#theredconversegirl answers things #SasuSaku #Second Child #Uchiha babies #ss fic rec list #kid fics #theredconversegirl recommends

[wa1tzy]

idk wat art god possessed me to draw this

#nge fanart #neon genesis evangelion #neon genesis asuka #asuka langley fanart #asuka langley sōryū #second child

[playingwithapparel]

Fears Of A Having Second Child

Fears Of A Having Second Child

I was so worried about bringing a second baby into our family. I spent countless sleepless nights, crying into my pillow, petrified my first born would hate me, scared I wouldn’t be able to love this new addition as much as my first, saddened that things would be different. I loved our dynamic, the Three Musketeers, I didn’t want this to change. How would it work adding another person into the…

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#baby after infertility #baby number 2 #canadian mommy blogger #fears #filipa jackson #having a second child #having another baby #mom #mom blogger #second child #siblings #worries

[tiktoksinspo]

#omg #oldest child #accurate #lipsync #funny #comedy #true #siblings #second child #guinea pig #tiktok #tiktoks #@heyitsstuart

[rosemerry03]

🎶 See, I was born the second child

With a spirit running wild, running free

And they saw trouble in my eyes

They were quick to recognize the devil in me🎶

-Second Child, Restless Child by The Oh Hellos

I can feel the nostalgia for a time and place I have never been in.

#Spotify #music #the oh hellos #second child #recless child #song #upbeat #nostalgia #medieval

[jojoturnip]

Oh Second Child

Tw: religious trauma, child abuse, guilt tripping to the max

I caught my mom's glances up at a woman in the religious texts isle in the Barnes and Noble over the book I was skimming to see if it was worth purchasing. I closed it, The Change; it seemed interesting, but it could wait. My mom didn't stare very often, and I'd always been taught it was rude.

"Whatcha looking at?" I leaned in and whispered.

Her deep brown eyes darted back at me. "There's a book over there she's looking at: Have a New Teenager by Friday. What's she gonna do? Buy a new one? Trade it up for a newer model?"

We both lowered our heads and stifled a snicker.

"God, I hate religious books. 'Hey, I've read the Bible and decided that I understand it better than the average person, and I'm gonna use that assumption to make money by selling my advice as if its God's Word.' It's like, if you have life advice, just say you have advice, don't claim it as something from God." I was rambling, sure, but religious stuff in general had made me uncomfortable since going to church in that messed up suburb where they wrapped up live chickens with Christmas wrapping paper while having disco balls and rainbow laser lights descend on the stage. I shivered--I could still hear them blasting The Chicken Dance over their speakers in my memories, and that was enough to creep me out all over again.

"I dunno," my mom shrugged, sipping her cold brew vanilla coffee as she continued staring shamelessly. "Some of them really helped me with your sister. She was a difficult child."

No, no. Not this again.

"She--she was just a kid." I could already feel something--either bile or tears, I couldn't tell--building up in the back of my throat. I choked them down with a swallow of my Dragon Drink.

"Yes, but she wasn't easy to raise! She had it rough, and now we kind of know why, but she was still hard to understand. Those books helped show me ways to deal with her. They were good things, too, like putting your her favorite teddy bear in time out when they were bad. Or explaining that you shouldn't spank your kids, you have to explain to them what was going on."

Then why did I remember being spanked so much more than I remember having issues explained to me? Why are the panicked images of me sliding underneath my bedframe to hide from my father when he came home so much stronger than any memories that might exist of you sitting next to me atop my mattress?

Why do I remember the bungie cord chains wrapped around the front of her door in reds and oranges and greens? Why can I still hear her screams from behind them? Why can I still feel the force shaking the second-story hardwood floors?

"Hmm-hum," was all I could force out with a nod without my emotions and thoughts leaking and spilling over. I'd gotten too used to being able to express more than just complacence and content-ness at University. Now, look at me, having ungrateful thoughts about how we could've been treated better.

She looks to me for proof that she did things right. She cannot look to my sister, and I seem so perfect don't I? Look at me, with my GPA only 0.09 points from a perfect 4.0. Look at how well I connect with others! Look at all the achievements I've met in writing, in singing, in school, in agriculture and in everything I set my mind to. Look at all the friends I've collected. Look at how well I turned out, surely that's all because of my mother, the one who was always there for me, the one who fed and clothed me, the one who I always wrote my 'Who's My Hero' essays on in school, right?

"You were always so laid-back and happy and never ever fussy, so completely unlike your sister. My little sunshine girl."

"You're my best friend. I'm your best friend, right? You're my favorite."

"Your father and I talked about it, and we decided that you can't have autism; you're too social."

"The doctors told me not to hold her too much; it would make her too dependent. Maybe I should've held her more. Maybe that would've fixed things? Do you think I held her enough?"

"It would've been different if it was you who said it happened, not your sister. I would've believed you."

"I always protected you, didn't I?"

I forced my gaze away from my mom and the woman in the religious texts section at the Barnes and Noble. I opened my book back, stiffly ending the conversation and pretending my interest could really be held by any novel at that point. It's all I could do to not to break down in the middle of the cafe in front of her. Because I know how that ends.

"You don't love me do you? You love your friends more than me. You don't even want to be here with me, do you?"

Am I crazy? Does she not remember it at all? Can she not recall the pain, the screams, the angel marble from the nurse, the little square room with the bubblegum pink walls and butterfly stickers in the basement of the jail?

In truth, I can't ever hold blame on her, can I? Because she was the one who fed me and clothed me, who quit her job when I was throwing up blood from yet another flu or tonsilitis or something to take care of me, who stole my dad's credit card to feed us when he wasn't.

I wonder still, though, does she really not remember the reason why we needed protection? Who brought the threat into our lives? Who let him stay?

How much do you remember?

You didn't break her arm, but I remember the bungie cords in your hands as you pulled them across the frame of her door, too. I remember the alarm you told dad to buy for the top of your bedroom door downstairs, to keep her from sneaking in at night to be held because she needed it of course she needed it. She was just a kid.

How long did you know, Mom?

Did you know when we met him and brought him pretzel bread from Trader Joes, and he drew us pictures of Oddie the dog from Garfield on post-it notes? Did you know when you were in high school? Did you know when she reached high school?

Or do you still not believe her?

I can never tell with you. I don't know what's real and what's a lie and what's a desperate attempt to hide the truth so we can have that perfect little lie you always imagined we would have. I can't blame you for wanting it. It was beautiful while it lasted. The closest we ever got to perfect, huh?

But, I can't ignore it anymore. I know we can never speak of it. I can't even write about it, and I write about everything. And, all of it made me who I am, for better for worse. I know we can never speak of it, yes, but it is always there, always in the front of my mind.

I always believed her. I will always believe her.

Why couldn't you?

In truth, you are the one who raised me, who gave me your all. But, don't take the credit for who I am. Half of it would be more blame than credit, anyway. I'm just as broken as she is, you know? I watched what you did to her in response to her vulnerability and learned from her experiences to hide it. At this point, I'm still struggling to figure who I am apart from those survival tactics that made me just such a blessed child.

So, do you really want to ask me if you got it all right?

No Christian parenting guide could even scratch the surface of our lives.

#writing #my writing #trigger warnings #child abuse #religious trauma #childhood trauma #second child #sisters

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

having a child has taught me that every toddler is completely justified in their frustrations and tantrums because learning how to do something you have literally never encountered or heard of before is insane. and being expected to be completely calm in the face of this constant barrage of overwhelming information is doubly insane.

i got charlie a sticker activity book and it occurred to me i have to TEACH someone how to unpeel stickers. it's SKILL that requires DEXTERITY and FINE MOTOR ABILITY. i thought it was obvious that you have to curl the page a little bit to create a break in the cut so the sticker comes up.

obviously a fucking BABY wouldn't know that because they have no background experience to inform their thought process. OBVIOUSLY. and OBVIOUSLY the LITERAL BABY wouldn't get it right the first few times. it would OBVIOUSLY take practice. lots of it.

i hate this feeling. it's so obvious. why are children treated so badly when they're learning everything for the first fucking time. why do people treat children so horribly and expect so much. they're brand new. why didn't i get the same grace i give to my child? why did no one have patience for me? why, when it's this easy?

it's so easy. it's so fucking easy.

#ok2rb #op #babbyposting #apologizing to my child is second nature #i'm brand new at it too #obviously im gonna fuck up here and there #its only right to apologize #why did no one ever apologize to me #not until it was too late