The noise the baby made while nursing was incredible; it was a veritable cacophony of slurps, sucks, and sighs of contentment accompanied by the repeated snap of air filling the vacuum created by the absence of formula as the baby quickly drained a gulp from the bottle, released the pressure and went back for more.
Howard could barely hear the cartoon’s soundtrack over the din of the baby’s nursing. When the baby had finished his drink, Howard took the bottle and laid it on the carpet beside him wondering what to do next. A minute later the infant moved uncomfortably and Howard grabbed him to hold him in place. He slapped the infant’s back in gesture of masculine comfort and was surprised by the huge belch the baby loosed.
