Also in regard to chunky toast babies- nursing (yes I think Katniss would be all about breastfeeding unless she had a physical reason why she couldn’t) leads to babies with gloriously fat arms and legs and bellies.
You know every time a little toast baby fusses Peeta is instantly leveling knowing glances at Katniss’s chest like “give my baby the good stuff.”
That's my personal head cannon and you shall never sway me from it.
It is absolutely 100% my personal headcanon too. Food sources, as they both know, are never a sure thing, but Mama’s milk will be, Katniss is utterly determined, naysayers be damned. I think she nurses her little ones as long as she’s reasonably able, and loves the bonding time, even if it does cause some discomfort to her after a while. The feeling of intimacy, of closeness with her baby, all her fears being tamed just by holding her chubby little miracle in her arms, the soft noises the baby makes, a tiny hand on her chest, not to mention the fact that Peeta looks about ready to cry every time he witnesses this tender provision. It does me in. So you know their babies are little rolly-polly beans, postitively rosy with love and care. And Peeta oh my god “give my baby the good stuff.” His baby. Catch me crying in the parking lot about that. His baby. You know his wife is all too happy to oblige (“you gotta feed my baby” “I’m gonna feed the heck out of your baby don’t even try me I’ll do it”) ... and the picture of her tucked with her back against his chest, their baby held to her breast, both of them in no small degree of awe over the whole thing, is an image that has me riding a high for days. 😭🍼🥺💕🤱🏽