#New mom

[dear-mimii]

the tiny “terror”

pairing! (modern au) ambessa x new mother!reader

about! you’re taking a nap, the baby’s crying, and ambessa is left to fend for herself… but she surprisingly got it under control?

cw! nothing, literally just straight fluff

word count! 369

an! yes, i know i haven’t posted in a while, im sorry! but i’ll make sure to be more consistent, my birthday is on the 21st so i might post a birthday related fic!!

ambessa medarda: powerful politician. former unyielding military general.

but now? she’s terrified out of her mind by her own child. a tiny, 6 day old baby girl, who’s 5 pounds and 11 ounces.

you had just brought home your first, beautiful baby girl with ambessa 2 days ago. it had been mostly an easy recovery for you, and your tiny little baby mireya was very calm and mellow in her time at home.

ambessa however… wasn’t doing as well. you had to physically coax her to even step close to the crib while mireya was napping, telling her, “she’s not going to bite you bessa—she doesn’t even have teeth!”

but this time, poor ambessa was by herself. you were taking a well deserved nap, and mireya was fussing. crying. loudly (dramatically) crying. ambessa didn’t have the heart to wake you up, but at the same time she had no idea how to remedy her daughter's distress. she tried to recall all the times you picked her up and soothed her from crying, the way you supported the back of her head.

“it’s your child, ambessa. your… very small child.” ambessa murmured to herself, trying not to psyche herself out.

with another deep, procrastinating breath, she reached into the crib, marveling at the warmth of the tiny body. ambessa kept her hands as still as she could, putting one on the back of the child’s head and the other on her bottom. she lifted slowly, carefully, until mireya was cradled against her firm chest, and the child’s cry’s lulled.

ambessa’s lips were parted, eyes wide as mireya mostly stopped crying, opening her puffy little eyes and giggling up at ambessa.

she swore the world just stopped spinning—even existing at this moment. slowly, ambessa rocked back and forth. and she did something she never thought she’d ever do. she sang. sang a lullaby made up on the spot in a high pitched, cooing voice that would normally be humiliating.

mireya whined playfully and giggled before falling victim to the soothing lullaby, yawning cutely before closing her eyes. ambessa kissed her forehead—it wasn’t a goodbye, never that… at least not for a while. she didn’t want to put her down just yet.

[bigheadbrooke-9]

✮⋆˙ Her eyes ⋆˚࿔

Dad!eddie Munson x mom!fem!reader

Summary: After delivering your daughter, Imani, you were surprised to see she inherited Eddie’s deep brown eyes and thick curls instead of your features. Despite the unexpected resemblance, she was breathtaking—her beauty a perfect mirror of her father. As the doctors tended to you, Eddie held her for the first time, overcome with emotion, unable to stop the tears streaming down his face.

Warnings: use of y/n, y/n giving birth, and possibly Eddie crying a lot. THIS IS SOO CUTE

A/N: You all know it's my specialty to write emotional content, and this is filled with a lot of emotions. I love you all ❤️

“Don’t push too hard, Y/N—this is the last one. Just one more, you’ve got this,” one of the female doctors instructed gently, her gloved hands steady and prepared.

I nodded through gritted teeth, my face flushed and drenched in sweat, every muscle in my body screaming. Eddie was beside me, cradling the back of my head with one hand and gripping my hand tightly with the other. The pain was unbearable, searing and overwhelming, and I was sure I couldn’t possibly endure another second. I let out a choked sob and buried my face into Eddie’s chest as I pushed with every ounce of strength I had left.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing, full of awe and love. “She’s almost here. Just a little more. You got this.” His hand rubbed gentle circles against my damp hair, and despite the agony, the touch grounded me, helping me hold on.

And then, as though the world stopped for a single beat—

“She’s here!” the doctor cried out with a mixture of relief and triumph.

I gasped for air, my body trembling, and lifted my head just enough to see her—tiny, squirming, with a shock of dark hair and flushed skin. Her cries rang out strong and immediate. She was perfect.

“You did so great, baby. I’m so proud of you,” Eddie murmured as he kissed my temple, lowering me gently onto the hospital bed as I tried to regulate my breathing. I felt numb from the waist down, but the relief of knowing she was safe and alive overwhelmed everything else.

“Dad, would you like to cut the cord?” one of the nurses asked. Eddie looked at me for permission, his expression full of reverence and disbelief. I gave him a faint nod, and he kissed my forehead again before stepping forward to make the ceremonial cut. The staff moved quickly and carefully, cleaning her up while Eddie returned to my side, his hand resting on my arm.

Moments later, a nurse placed her gently onto my bare chest. Her cries faded the instant she felt my skin and heard my heartbeat. She nestled close, her tiny fists curled near her face, as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life.

“She’s… she’s so warm,” I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes.

“She’s listening to you,” Eddie said softly, his eyes wide with wonder. “I thought she’d look like you, but… she looks just like me.”

He smiled through tears, brushing a trembling hand over her soft curls. “She even has my birthmark,” he added, pointing to a faint, lighter patch of skin on her upper arm.

I looked at him and then back down at her, my heart swelling with a love I didn’t know was possible. “You just became a father, Eddie. And she’s beautiful. You both are.”

The doctor approached again. “It’s time for skin-to-skin with Dad,” she said gently. Eddie glanced at me again, silently asking for permission. I smiled through the exhaustion. “It’s your baby too, bighead. Go on.”

He chuckled softly, his emotions still raw and visible. He pulled his shirt off, revealing the tattoos that danced across his chest and arms, and settled into the chair beside me. The nurse gently lifted our daughter and laid her against his chest. She immediately stilled, her tiny hand resting over his heart.

“Do we have a name for this beautiful little girl?” the nurse asked, beaming.

Eddie looked at me expectantly, his eyes still wet.

“Imani Munson,” I said, my voice quiet but full of certainty.

He kissed my cheek tenderly. “You’re naming her after me?”

I nodded. “She’s your mirror image. She’s an official Munson now.”

The nurses began cleaning me up, their voices hushed and efficient. I watched as Eddie held our daughter like she was the most fragile, precious thing on Earth. Her small eyes opened briefly, locking onto his as if she knew him already.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” I teased weakly. “Where are my features in her?”

Eddie chuckled, his voice breaking. “Give her time.”

She reached up then, her tiny fingers catching a lock of his long brown hair—not pulling, just touching, like she was memorizing him.

“She can’t really see yet,” I murmured, “but she knows who we are—she recognizes our voices, our heartbeats. She knows she’s safe.”

Eddie wiped his eyes quickly, embarrassed by the emotion that spilled over his face.

“It’s okay, Eddie,” I said gently. “You’re holding your first baby. You’re allowed to feel everything.”

He nodded, cradling her a little closer.

⸻

The hospital room was quiet, save for the gentle humming of machines and the occasional soft coo from the bassinet nearby. The midday sun poured in through the slats of the blinds, casting golden streaks across the white linen and pale blue walls. Imani was fast asleep in her bassinet, her tiny chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath the pastel pink blanket the nurse had wrapped her in earlier that morning. Eddie sat near me on the edge of the bed, his fingers absently tracing mine as I began to pump breast milk for our daughter.

His eyes wandered for a moment, thoughtful and soft, before he asked in a quiet voice, “Where did you get her name?”

I paused, gently adjusting the breast pump and glancing over at him. His gaze was already locked on me, curious but tender.

“I got it from your mother,” I replied, a faint smile tugging at my lips. “It was her middle name. I wanted to honor her… I know how much you miss her.”

Eddie’s hand tensed just slightly in mine before he exhaled slowly. I reached over, lacing our fingers together. He said nothing at first, his eyes glassing over with the weight of unspoken emotion.

“You’re trying to make me cry on purpose,” he finally said with a weak chuckle, his voice thick with affection.

I let out a soft laugh, squeezing his hand gently. Eddie leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, resting his forehead briefly against the back of my hand.

“You’re going to be a wonderful mom, Y/N,” he murmured with such certainty that my heart clenched. His voice was heavy with sincerity, and I could see it all in the way he looked at me—how grateful he was, how in awe he felt watching our daughter sleep.

I followed his gaze to the bassinet. Imani was the definition of serenity in that moment—her plump little cheeks flushed with warmth, her mouth slightly parted as she dreamed. Her full head of dark curls peeked out from beneath the soft hat the nurse had fitted snugly on her head. She looked exactly like Eddie.

“She’s going to be a daddy’s girl. I can already tell,” I said, smiling at him, watching the way his dimples deepened when he laughed.

“She’s my princess,” he said with pride, brushing his thumb across my hand. As if hearing him, Imani stirred, letting out a tiny cry from her bassinet.

I laughed softly and looked at him. “Correction—she’s mommy’s princess.”

The moment she heard my voice, she settled, her cries softening until they faded entirely. Eddie stared in disbelief, then let out a warm, wholehearted laugh. It was a sound that echoed gently through the room and filled my chest with peace.

“See?” I whispered proudly. “Mommy’s baby.”

He grinned and shook his head. “She already knows who’s boss.”

I carefully removed the pump’s attachments and began sealing the filled milk bags, labeling them with the date and time before setting them into the cooler beside my hospital bed. I turned to Eddie. “It’s feeding time. Can you grab her for me?”

He was already standing, nodding. “You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart.”

With a gentle, practiced ease, he walked over to the bassinet, placing one hand behind Imani’s head and the other beneath her tiny body. He lifted her slowly, cradling her with the kind of tenderness most people reserve for miracles. His voice softened instinctively as he hummed under his breath and brought her over to me.

“Here we go, princess,” he said, carefully settling her into my arms.

I adjusted my gown and positioned her for nursing, guiding her mouth gently. She latched without fuss, her little fingers curling against my chest as she suckled with contentment. I exhaled a deep, grateful breath and looked down at her, my heart overwhelmed by the perfection of the moment.

“She’s beautiful,” I whispered.

Eddie sat back down beside me, one hand on my back, the other resting lightly against Imani’s tiny foot.

“She is,” he said softly. “Just like her mom.”

There was a long, peaceful silence where nothing needed to be said. We were here. Together. Our baby—our Imani—was safe, warm, and deeply loved.

And in that quiet hospital room, surrounded by the faint scent of lavender and the softness of fresh linens, we were no longer two people discovering what love meant. We were a family—bound not just by blood, but by something far deeper.

Hey everyone! I can’t believe it’s been so long since I last posted. I’ve been away for way too long, and I think this will become a multiple-part series. So, right after this, around 3:30 or 4:30 PM Midwestern time, I’ll be releasing part two. In this next part, Imani will be older. I love you all! Have a great day!

[healthilyathome]

[proverbs31princesse]

Kind things to do for new moms:

Make some comfort meals that are easy to freeze

Offer to help with chores

Surprise her with a gift basket (can have baby or self care things)

Babysit older kids or pets so she can have quality time with husband and baby

Point out what’s special about being a “big kid”so they don’t feel left out

Send flowers or a card

Run errands for her

Simply listen and encourage her, she’s awesome 💕

Thank you Lord for all the new moms and babies in my life 💗

[dr-bengay]

He's pregant ☹️

[mylifeisanexperiment]

Hello Fellow Tumblr Bloggers

Its been a while that I have really gotten on this app. I have kind of been through a lot in the last two years.

Since we last may have "talked" I have become a mommy to a beautiful baby boy. Im currently on maternity leave but am scheduled to return next week to what may be a very stressful job more than when I left it. My job was audited while I was on maternity leave and apparently it didn't go well and were set to close. They appealed the decision and have gotten a 90 day extension and another chance for another audit to redeem themselves with their plan of correction.

I was devastated initially that i would be laid off but i still have a job during the extension so I guess i will go back. I was very blessed to be able to have taken 5 months off. 4 months being with my boy.

It hasn't been easy. After having my son i got admitted for postpartum preeclampsia which i have ptsd from but i am happy to be alive.

I think I will write about my experiences as a first time mom at the age of 41. It definitely brings a different perspective to motherhood I am sure. Also most of my friends are moms and thier kids are going to college so as you can see we are on different chapters haha

I do hope everyone is doing great!

:0)

[edo-vivendum]

Hi, are there any new moms that used Tumblr while pregnant to connect with other future moms? I tried searching tags, but it's all weird kink stuff. I'd love to connect with other woman who will have babies at around the same time as me. Due in July! Please let me know if there are non sexual tags or any blogs you know of.

[watermelllonarchive]

Nivin is a young mother who gave birth to her son earlier this year. In this video, shared September 9, she packs a diaper bag as she and her husband prepare for another displacement.

Nivin is on Instagram @ nivin._.2591. Her husband has set up a PayPal so they can accept direct donations. (Link)

Available Go Fund Me campaigns for people whose stories have been shared on watermelllonarchive can be found in the resources post.

[thatonedeadblog]

[rosetyler42]

My contribution to the "9 months in the womb" trend. XD

Original by the_angler_mann on Twitter

@lovelylivelyv @heartsong1994 @deathfangirl9 @hotelt-resurrection @kittyball23 @monstetransylvaniasstuff @genderqueer-bithing @pink-toonss

[fretbored34]

The joys of motherhood

[healthilyathome]

[realpregnantthoughts]

I just wanna throw this out there. If you have to ask, play it safe and go to the hospital. I see so many posts from moms on mom group pages that are “is this normal?” “Should we take him to the doctors?”. If you have to ask, GO TO THE HOSPITAL. This is your baby we are talking about. Do NOT ask a bunch of moms on Facebook their opinion.

[ecommmax]