Maker got quite close to one female, with a baby clinging to her back.

Her baby, a malnourished little boy, clung to her back.

Her baby and young son were clinging to her.

A baby in a brightly coloured sling clung to her back.

Shadow got to her feet, her baby clinging to her back.

Cautiously, her baby clinging to her back, Shadow crept closer.

Women, fighting an urge to run, held their babies tighter while older children clung to them in wide-eyed terror.

Families often pile onto a single machine, babies and toddlers clinging to their parents, all bare-headed.

Unshielded babies clinging to teats would soon be brushed off.

The baby clung to her shirt, as though he knew what was going on; the other kid hung on her hand.