Watching Aaron cry is a sight to behold. The eyes close, and yet little spittles of tears burst forth. His mouth becomes a perfect rectangle, and his face turns a bright red. When he arches his back, you know he's really into it.
The thing is, even though he's been with us for a month, he still won't stop until the bottle is actually in his mouth. So he's still learning to trust us, and to recognize when a feeding is imminent.
To his credit, the volume of his shrieking seems to have gone down considerably. Either that or I've lost my hearing. Or I'm just so used to it that it doesn't register as nearly as loud as at first.