She quieted almost immediately relaxing into my chest. Her light breaths turned to ah'ing and then cooing, her hips moving involuntarily, pressing down, her bottom rotating and pushing into Daddy's lap. Before I knew what was happening I realized I was trying to make her feel more than better, more than trying to make her breasts stop hurting. Increasingly I was kneading my daughter's aching swollen breasts in Daddy's big hands, massaging her breasts through her soft flannel nightie. Pulling gently on her hard nipples to relieve the ache, her tears stopped and she began breathing out in a murmuring soft hum, "Mmmm, Papa, that feels so good, nnnn, don't...