As she feeds voraciously, she sounds a bit like a baby pig that is having its little coiled tail yanked straight.
She is definitely a breast woman, passionate about the Magster’s mamory. She stares lovingly at them (or whatever shapeless blobs they may be for someone who can only see 8 inches in front of her face). Feeding is her favorite thing on earth and up until 2 days ago, she seemed very satisfied with what she was getting. Now, our cute little piggy is squealing at every feeding. Milk gushes off to the sides of her mouth and she gets easily frustrated with the copious amounts that she’s able extract.
The girl takes over 10 poops per day (ppd). This illustrates my thought that she’s getting enough and I constantly reassure Magster of this.
At first we thought the squealing was pretty cute. New parents always say that anything the baby does seems cute (and they won’t shut up about it). However, as the squealing started preceeding some sort of awful wail and scream, it became less and less cute. Why couldn’t she sound like a purring cat when she ate? Or how about an excited dolphin about to mow down some fish? I’d even settle for a jack hammer or weed-whacker.
This doesn’t diminish our love for little Andie. Far from it, and as soon as we are able to get the crying to abate and she either resumes her feed or falls into a milk coma – we remark how damn cute she is.