<span>The nurse respond should be is "Is he
able to sit unsupported?”. The mother in this situation is telling about the
rooting reflex; when touched on the cheek, the infant reflexively turns the head
to that side. The rooting reflex is likely to disappear by 4 months of age. An
infant can sit without support at 8 months; this is not expected of a 5-month-old
infant. Stroking the sole of the foot provokes the Babinski reflex, which
disappears between 8 and 12 months of age. The disappearance of the rooting
reflex at 5 months of age does not require further intervention</span>
When I was little, I would often watch cartoons and Disney movies. I found myself being attracted to certain characters, like Meg from Hercules. Or, the classic, Victoria from Victorious. I didn't have a good understanding on sexuality then, and always believed it was normal for girls to be sexually attracted to girls, due to the constant objectification/sexualization of women. Back then, I didn't realize what I felt was a sexual attraction. I would play with my dolls, (the majority were female dolls) and I would make up scenarios where all the girl dolls were trying to kiss a doll that I chose to represent me. It was something I was always super embarrassed about, and I never understood why. Then, in middle school, I had a crush on a boy. That was the only crush I had (even to this day, I'm in high school), so I always believed I was heterosexual (when I was starting to understand sexuality). Soon, I started questioning my sexuality, especially towards the end of middle school. For some reason, I felt like I wanted to impress girls. I knew I gave off bi/lesbian vibes, and for some I liked that. I liked the idea of a girl liking me. Whenever a girl did like me, I felt the same way about it as if it were a boy liking me. The thought of being with a girl never disgusted me. I started to realize that straight people don't typically have fantasies about the same gender. I was at a constant battle with myself. I didn't <em>want </em>to be attracted to women. It would only complicate things. It felt like a dirty secret that only I know about. To me, it was embarrassing. I didn't understand what I was feeling. But, eventually I started accepting that part of me. There's nothing embarrassing about it. Who cares who I like or what I'm attracted to? My mindset on everything changed, and I finally felt comfortable enough to identify as bi.
Answer:
Some white blood cells or lymphocytes
