I've...I've also been cheating on my journal with Facebook. (I am so ashamed.) And Twitter. (Less ashamed - I'm nanila if anyone would like to connect there.) The reason for this is purely that there are Android mobile clients for these, and I can update one-handed. Also, I've been writing daily missives with photos to the grandparents on the little one's behalf, which takes about all the creative energy I can muster.
I won't say that learning to breastfeed is the most difficult thing I've ever done, as that will probably always be my doctorate. I will say, though, that it's the most exhausting, physically and emotionally. I've cried more in the last three weeks than I did in the last three years. Probably more than I did when I was writing up my PhD thesis. But we've gotten good at breastfeeding, Humuhumu and I, and she can now latch without hurting me. She's still working on setting my milk supply - generally this means spending 6-7 hours straight feeding her, with only very short breaks in between. I've even fed her in public a couple of times, in car parks, but I think when it comes time to feed her in, say, a restaurant or a cafe, I'll be able to do it without making too much of a scene.
It's so satisfying watching her grow and start to take an interest in the world. She gained an entire pound in her second week. Her little wrinkly fingers have filled out and have dimples at their bases. Her cheeks are fat and pink and her chin is double. She smells divine. And she smiled for the first time this morning, while we were dancing around to The Specials' "A Message To You Rudy".
I hope everyone's doing well and best of luck to those currently beavering away on their NaNo projects.