My gourmet nurser

Today, nine days after the procedure, I’m starting to feel a little like a person again. Our sleeping and eating is still all messed up, I neither look pregnant any more, nor do I fit into any of my regular clothes, but I’m recovering from the c-section, and Karl-Abraham is doing great. During his check-up today he weighed in at 3900 grams, having already regained the weight he lost after the delivery and added some more. He’s a really good eater, and nothing like the boys, who were both extremely gluttonous when it came to breastfeeding. August & William both would be quite rough, greedy and would never latch off, marathon nursing around the clock and throwing big fits if I tried to do something else. Karl-Abraham starts every feeding, no matter how hungry he is, with a little lick and a taste, as if he were about to drink a very fine wine, smacks his lips, and then carefully starts drinking. When he’s done, he nicely and quietly latches off and smacks his lips again, as if savoring every last bit of the milk. I swear to God; if he could, he would wipe the corners of his mouth with the nursing cloth. He’s very gentle, and often, all this while the boys are showering him with kisses.