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"Again?" Sunoo said to himself in a little frustration, his life as a new mother has been filled with challenges, especially when it comes to the unexpected leakages that accompany lactation. Just this morning, he awoke to find yet another breastmilk stain splattered across the front of his dress.
He had fed his infant son right on schedule, yet somehow the milk still managed to seep out and ruin his clothes. Exasperated, Sunoo unbuttoned the soiled dress and changed into a fresh outfit, all while trying not to wake the sleeping baby. This marked the fourth dress of the day that had been wrecked by the stubborn leaks.
Earlier attempts to mitigate the issue had failed. The breast pumps and milk suction machines provided only temporary relief before his breasts would spring another leak.
Sunoo glanced over at the pile of stained, wet dresses in the corner and sighed. He had specially bought those clothes for their high absorbency and stretch when he started breastfeeding, but even they were no match for his unpredictable oversupply.
While the baby napped, Sunoo ate a quick meal before sprawling out on the bed, emotionally and physically drained. He had meant to soak the ruined clothes to wash later, but soon drifted off to sleep himself.
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Sunoo woke up after an hour upon hearing his baby wailing from hunger, he sat up, taking his baby in his arms, breastfeeding him again.
He gazed lovingly at his newborn son as he nursed, taking in every detail of the baby's cherubic features. The infant's cheeks were round and plump, flushed a healthy pink like his own. His tiny rosebud lips pursed and suckled, his bambi eyes just like his dad's slowly drifting close in contentment as he filled his belly with warm milk.
Chubby fists waved through the air, grasping at nothing, not yet possessing the coordination to grab and hold. Sunoo smiled, enraptured by each miniscule motion and expression that crossed his son's face. He counted each of the baby's delicate fingers and toes, marveling at how something could be so impossibly small and perfect.
Sunoo smoothed the wispy tuft of black hair atop his baby's head, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his downy forehead. The past month since giving birth had been a joyous whirlwind for Sunoo.
Though exhausted from late night feedings and diaper changes, his heart overflowed with love for the tiny being he and Heeseung had created together. Their marriage was stronger than ever, bonded by the shared devotion to their child.
