Can Babies Sleep On Their Stomach

can babies sleep on their stomach
  • bear to eat; "He cannot stomach raw fish"
  • Consume (food or drink) without feeling or being sick
  • an enlarged and muscular saclike organ of the alimentary canal; the principal organ of digestion
  • abdomen: the region of the body of a vertebrate between the thorax and the pelvis
  • Endure or accept (an obnoxious thing or person)
  • The youngest member of a family or group
  • A young or newly born animal
  • (baby) pamper: treat with excessive indulgence; "grandparents often pamper the children"; "Let's not mollycoddle our students!"
  • A very young child, esp. one newly or recently born
  • (baby) a very young child (birth to 1 year) who has not yet begun to walk or talk; "the baby began to cry again"; "she held the baby in her arms"; "it sounds simple, but when you have your own baby it is all so different"
  • (baby) the youngest member of a group (not necessarily young); "the baby of the family"; "the baby of the Supreme Court"
  • Rest in such a condition; be asleep
  • a natural and periodic state of rest during which consciousness of the world is suspended; "he didn't get enough sleep last night"; "calm as a child in dreamless slumber"
  • be asleep
  • Fail to be woken by
  • a torpid state resembling deep sleep
  • Have sexual intercourse or be involved in a sexual relationship

The Sun Sets on The Truth
The Sun Sets on The Truth
I don't know if my wife deserved to be put into handcuffs and arrested there in that cold and dark parking lot that night. I'll leave that judgement to the people who know the truth. Over time it would become obvious to me that the truth in many ways was hidden from me... obliterated by design or obscured by the events of chance... Still, I did what any husband would do. What any father would do. I rushed to the scene to defend the woman that I married. I raced there to protect my children. I must've hit a hundred on the way... blowing through red lights and everything. My brother's words on the phone echoed in my head. 'You better get up here fast' he said 'they're arresting your wife and they're taking your kid.' He was breathless. And he sounded really serious. He never sounded that way. The last thing he said before he hung up was 'you'd better get up here right away man... they're gonna take your kid away.' The way that he emphasized the word 'gonna' made me floor the truck. They were words that chilled me to the core. I could hear yelling and screaming in the background when he went to hang up the phone. I could hear crying. I could hear them threatening to arrest my brother too. It was pretty obvious that the scene was out of control and that tempers had already flared. What was happening to my wife and children right now? Why was it happening? It sounded like chaos. It sounded like the soundtrack to 'Dante's Inferno' if 'Dante's Inferno' had only had a soundtrack. It was the sound of agony and anger all mixed together to create some squealing and blood curdling satanic sounding melody... it was the sound of pure evil being done. It is an awful music that I would wish on the ears of no one. Only minutes before I'd sat there in my office overcome with the warmest of feelings... wonderfully proud of my kids for what they'd done... completely content with where life had put me... overwhelmingly satisfied with my family being safe, warm and together... Norman Rockwell couldn't have painted a truer picture of what'd just happened in my office. A moment ago things were so perfect. Everyone was warm... they were all safe... we were together... Now it was beginning to feel pretty much like I'd teletransported smack dab into the middle of some third world country. In an instant my family's existence had gone from one straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting to something more like Pablo Picasso's 'Bombing of Guernica.' I was shocked, I was absolutely stunned and mostly I was just confused. My family had set out to do a good thing. For Godsakes they were going on a little outing to donate money to charity! In a little golden basket! What the hell was going on? What the fuck could have happened in the few minutes that went by since they left my office that my wife was now under arrest and the police had taken my daughter? And what about my other daughters? Where were they? The phone rang again right after I'd hung it up. It was my wife this time. She was crying and she sounded pretty incoherent. I could barely understand a word that she was saying. She said she'd been arrested... that they took our kid away. She said something about parking in the firelane. 'Don't say another word to the police' I told her adamantly... 'I'll be right there baby... I'm on my way.' I hurriedly parked my truck right in front of our station wagon which was parked right in front of the entrance to the Super Store. Right under the sign that said 'Satisfaction Guaranteed.' My wife and my older daughters were nowhere to be seen. My two year old daughter was sleeping soundly in the car seat right where I'd put her just a few minutes before. There were two police cruisers and a jeep parked together some distance behind the station wagon with their mars lights on. I knew that being cool, calm and collected was going to be the only way to approach the situation or I was gonna end up in handcuffs myself. Suppressing the anger that was welling up inside of me was a survival necessity for the sake of my family. Somebody had to have a 'level head' here. My brain was racing in overdrive trying to piece together the puzzle and figure out what'd happened. I needed to talk to someone who knew what the hell was going on. I approached one of the police cars... there was a woman in a police uniform talking to another officer in the car. I could see another officer standing in the parking lot talking on his cell phone. When I got up to the car I asked who was in charge. And I asked pretty nicely. The guy in the car said he was. And he didn't say it nicely at all. Just then I saw my wife in the back seat of the other police car. She was bawling her brains out and you could tell that she was in handcuffs. The pieces were all starting to come together now. 'Listen' I said... and I said it in a really 'buddy to buddy' kind of way... 'that's my wife you've got in the back of the cop car
Sleep my darling.
Sleep my darling.
This was taken moments after she decided to dart off and almost get attacked by two dogs -.o and after she was playing :) anyways Carly has this sick twisted way f making me do things....and she wants me to post ten facts so here i go? Facts 1. I have one pretty Tramatic life, but i'm hoping that it'll all get better in the end. 2. People always forget about me. It's always been this way like one time when i was a baby my dad almost left me in the house by myself, Why? Because my grandparents got a new van and it had a T.V. in it so they went for a ride. My dad just so happened to be the last one out the door...had my mom not asked where i was who knows what could have happened (I was a very silent baby) 3. I only have ONE friend in my school, because everyone els is bipolar and don't know if they want to hate me or deal with me.... 4. I'm supposed to be really i am! Back when i was three months old i came down with something and the doctors couldn't diagnose it...i went through everything Needles, Spinaltap...all that -.o I'm also a suicide survivor (Multiple attempts) I don't regret it one bit either. We learn from our scars. and although ive stopped it doesn't mean that i might not try again in the future...and that scares me. 5. CANADA! yes! i O_O' I know more about my provinces and their flags than i do my own states....wich is well pretty okay considering we have like 51 or 52 states...not sure >.> I blame my two best friends <.:| i'm moving there soon :) 6. I stay positive....well i try being happy is...i can't explain it but i wish i was happy all the time it'd improve my mood alot....well duh -.- 7.I'm a slave at McDonalds.... 8.I HATE Hospitals.... Hospitals are where you go when you're dying... When someone els you love is dying Where you sit for hours only to find out someones dead. When someone committs suicide you sit there and wait and wait When someone is in the ICU you just sit there... i hate them :/ i just wish they'd.....go somewhere els 9. I had a little sister....the family doesn't talk about her much... 10.This is the long one. i suffer from so much stuff... Deppression-This started when my best friend Kelsey passed away then a little less than a year later i lost dixie and other people.......T_T it really put a really negative impact on my life Sleep Apnia- Something like that, I'll wake up multiple times in my sleep because i wasn't breathing and thats if i do sleep Insomnia-This again goes with dixie, i feel like someone ripped away my security blanket and ive found it hard to sleep without her wich often leads to alot of sleepless nights untill i'm wore down and dead exhausted. Asthma-I can't breathe D: Anxiety- Oh this is a fun one -.- i got it back in about Septemeber or Novemeber. Thats how i knew for sure i had depression. It feels like something is trying to eat its way out of my stomach... Stress- It's easy to stress me out...i mean losing alot of people you care about you start to worry... Paranoia- Yes folks, I do believe someone and everyone is out to get me. Headaches- Oh it's torture And if i'm really lucky. My Depression, Anxiety, and Stress will mix and it makes me vomit till no end. Fun times right? yes i've tried getting help it wont work Uhm thats about it :D now i forgot what i wanted to write D: hope you're happy carly T_T +2 in comments

can babies sleep on their stomach
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