Sperm cells may carry stress of Father

A recent study has revealed that sperm cells can carry traces of stress experienced by the father, potentially influencing offspring health and development. Researchers found that environmental stressors, such as psychological stress or trauma, can induce epigenetic changes in sperm—modifications that affect gene expression without altering the DNA sequence.

These changes, primarily in DNA methylation patterns and small non-coding RNAs, act as molecular “memories” of the father’s stress. When sperm fertilizes an egg, these epigenetic markers may be transmitted to the embryo, potentially shaping traits like stress resilience, behavior, or susceptibility to mental health disorders in the offspring.

The study highlights how stress affects the hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal (HPA) axis, which regulates cortisol production, leaving molecular signatures in sperm. Experiments in animal models, and limited human studies, suggest these alterations can influence the offspring’s stress response systems, potentially leading to anxiety-like behaviors or metabolic issues.

However, the exact mechanisms of transmission and their long-term impact remain under investigation. This research underscores the importance of paternal health before conception and raises questions about how lifestyle and environmental factors shape future generations. It also emphasizes the need for further studies to explore interventions that could mitigate these effects.

Before a baby is born

It needs to start even before a baby is born … ♥️

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep within us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to touch. Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”

✍️🏻Author| E.E Cummings

🎨Artist|Victoria Stoyanova, acrylic on canvas

Nursing

I loved nursing and wish I had demanded support so that I wasn’t rushed or running behind .

1st – 4 months

Almost 3 years between

2nd – 6 months

2 years apart

3rd- 3/4 months or less

I regret that I was physically and emotionally exhausted 😴

Do you know that feeling when you put your baby to your breast and she latches quickly and easily.

And you settle into your chair, and move her into a better position. Adjust your breast slightly. She adjusts herself with you. You’ve both done this so many times. You’re a team, the two of you. And what a wonderful team you make.

And you feel your milk come in. Right on cue. Like always.

And you hear your baby’s sucking turning to drinking. Big hungry, satisfied slurps.

You feel a moment of gratitude towards your body for being able to feed your baby so easily. For being able to provide her with everything she needs, when she needs it.

And she looks up at you briefly, just to check you’re still here. You smile down at her and stroke her cheek to confirm that of course you are. No place you’d rather be. She seems satisfied with that acknowledgment.

She closes her eyes again and focuses completely on drinking.

Her little hand is spread out on your breast. Little fingers scratching gently on your skin. With nails that definitely need a trim. You feel like you’re constantly cutting her nails and you’re STILL getting scratched. It’s hard to mind that it in this moment though. Hard to mind it whatsoever.

And the little hand is so inviting. You can’t help touch it. You give it a squeeze and she squeezes you back. Eyes still closed. She retracts her hand and places it back on your breast. She is too busy for distractions.

You admire her eyelashes. Trace a finger along the bridge of her nose. You marvel at how soft her skin is. You know every mark on her body, and where it comes from. The dry spot on her ankle that you’ve been fighting against for weeks. The weird blue vein on her nose. The bruise from when she face planted in her crawling attempts. You know them all, and those you don’t know, you study closely. You examine them and touch them and worry about them.

And you’re suddenly hit by an overwhelming urge to kiss her. You carefully bend your head down and kiss her forehead. Then kiss it again. Breathe in her baby scent. You notice her hair has changed colour since you first met. Lighter. Thicker. Softer. Longer. You let your fingers run through it.

You stroke her arms, her legs. Play with her toes. Pull a little piece of fluff out from between them. Touch the back of her neck to check her temperature. Caress her back lovingly.

And you can tell she isn’t drinking anymore. She is sucking lazily, with a slightly open mouth. A broken seal. Using you as a pacifier. Not that you mind. You will happily be her pacifier if it meant staying like this a little longer. Even if it’s a bad habit. Doesn’t feel like a bad habit right now though.

A little snore escapes her lips.

You smile to yourself. She is asleep.

Full and safe and warm.

You love that she can find such peace and comfort in your arms.

You don’t feel a rush to do anything but sit here with your sleeping baby.

Nothing seems very urgent right now.

Nothing seems more important than this.

In a world of distractions, you love these moments where she’s your only one❤️

Written by: The Mommy Poet

Pregnancy Michel Piper Terry

A woman becomes pregnant.
She is pressured and often forced to get the flu shot and TDap.
If she is rh- blood type, she is pressured to get rhoGAM injections.
She receives multiple ultrasounds.
She may receive antibiotics for group B strep.
If the doctor has a vacation scheduled during the week of her presumed delivery date, she is pressured to induce.
If she doesn’t dilate as expected after being induced, she is pressured and sometimes forced to deliver via C-section.
She is drugged and exhausted and handed a clipboard with papers to “initial here and sign here.”
Her baby is injected with synthetic vitamin k at 20,000 times the rate normal for a newborn, and with either 9 mg benzyl alcohol or 10.5 mg Polysorbate 80, both of which are toxic, within minutes of delivery.
Baby is then injected with hepatitis B vaccine, with 250 mcg aluminum.
Baby won’t nurse.
Baby is lethargic.
Baby is not interested in his environment.
Baby is colicky.
Baby is irritable and doesn’t sleep.
Mom is worried and asks the doctor for guidance.
Doctor tells mom: “Don’t worry so much. This is normal. You’re just a new, nervous mother.”
Doctor goes back to his/her vacation.
Mother has just begun the lifelong and relentless reality of dealing with the outcome of “the advances modern medicine.”

Moms

A baby crowning, a moment of truth,

A sign that the end is near, uncouth.

The culmination of months of waiting,

The beginning of the journey breathtaking.

With each contraction, the baby descends,

Closer and closer until it transcends

The barrier between the womb and the world,

And into a new reality, it’s hurled.

The head emerges, a miracle to see,

A small, dark, and downy chick, carefree.

The body follows, slick with fluids and blood,

A little life, all at once, understood.

The mother groans, a primal sound,

As she pushes and strains until she’s unbound.

The baby slips out, with a final heave,

Into her arms, where it can safely breathe.

And there it is, a baby crowning,

A new life, a miracle, surrounding.

A tiny being with infinite potential,

Ready to grow, to thrive, to be essential.

So let us celebrate this moment so rare,

As we witness the start of a journey, so fair.

A baby crowning, a beginning anew,

A reminder of the beauty that life can ensue.

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