Hungry Girl

When Simi was first born, he and I would lay in bed together and alternate between sleep and eat (he would do the eating). He'd sleep so gently and peacefully, then start smacking his lips together (like Winnie-the-Pooh. I could just imagine the sweet thought in his brain saying something like, "oh, I'd like a little smackeral of something.") and then turn to me with mouth open, just like a little bird opening his mouth wide open to get a worm from momma bird. And then we'd lay together with him nursing until he was done and fell asleep again. And I'd wish we could lay there - just like that - forever.

Same with newborn Asher. When hungry, he'd open his little bird mouth and bump around looking for his booby. And he'd find it, nurse until satiated, then fall back to sleep again.

Not Leila. Leila has never given me a little bird mouth. Nope. Instead, she rams her entire body into me to wake me up and feed her. And she just keeps ramming until I wake up and shove the breast into her mouth. Sometimes, she doesn't even wait to find the nipple, just starts sucking on a random part (ouch!), until I get the right part in the right place. And then she sleeps soundly, sweetly, again, until it's time to become a battering ram again.

My sweet, delicate little flower...