Feed Sarah a bottle of milk.

"I'll get you some milk." You tell Sarah, picking up the giant baby bottle.

You take it to the kitchen where you fill it with milk then return and sit on the sofa. "Come here." you pat your lap.

Sarah lays on the sofa with her head in your lap and you hold the bottle to her lips. She accepts it and begins to suckle from it as you caress her head.

She looks more at peace than you have ever seen her and it makes you feel great to be the one making her feel like that. You smile down at her and watch her finish the bottle.

When the bottle is empty you say. "I'd better burp you now." and sit her up.

"No. I don't think..." she starts to argue but you still hold her against you with her chin on your shoulder and rub her back until she let's out a loud burp.

When you move her off your shoulder she has turned red and won't look you in the eye. "You're happy wearing and using diapers but embarrassed to burp?"

"It's not ladylike" she whispers.

"Well it's a good think you're just a baby girl then." you tease, getting a smile from her.