When the ba-ba was all done Rachel found she didn’t really want to stop suckling. It was like an urge she had now, to suckle, to keep something in her mouth. She only stopped when Sara eased the bottle away from her. Rachel wasn’t happy to give it up at all. She reached out for it desperately and squalled.
“Mine! Dat mine!” she screeched at the woman.
“Shush now dear,” Sara told her. “I think someone’s getting a bit sleepy and cranky after her ba-ba. Time for this little one to have her nappy-poo.”