I'm sitting at my computer typing one-handed as I try to settle a slightly windy baby who wants to sleep, but really needs to burp first.
Abigail has been out in the world for 19 days and already I can't imagine life without her.
Some things have come surprisingly easily, such as dealing with sick and poo - something I mind a lot less than I thought I would.
Other things have come much harder, like breast feeding.
For something that is meant to be completely natural, it's extremely difficult.
Or at least it was for me.
I have the midwives at hospital and my doctor for the fact that I'm still going, as they kept me in an extra day to sort things out.
Basically it hurt like hell.
To start with it was only a little bit pinchy, and built up over the next couple of days until the midnight feed on my fifth night where I was bleeding.
A couple of days before, the hospital's lactation consultant (who is worth her weight in gold) had noticed Abbie had a tongue tie and could not feed properly and was therefore destroying my nipples.
I'm also pretty certain it was what led to her high weight loss in the first two days, because colostrum (which comes out before the milk) is much harder for the baby to get at.
By the fifth afternoon, the specialist had come in and cut the tie, but by then I was too far gone.
I held Abbie to my chest and cried, so disappointed that I was not able to continue to feed my little girl.
The midwife on duty found me this way and said she would speak to my doctor and get him to OK another night's stay so we could sort it out.
She suggested I express milk for 24 hours and feed it to her out of a bottle to give myself time to heal, while keeping my milk supply up.
I went home after my extra day and bought a little pump on the way, so I could alternate breast feeds and expressing to ease myself back into full time breast feeding and returned to see the lactation consultant on the Monday to make sure I had the technique correct.
A week out of hospital and I was exclusively breastfeeding again.
I am eternally grateful to everyone who helped me get there, including my wonderfully supportive mum and dad.
I came so close to giving up and I'm so glad I didn't.
Before Abbie was born, I was warned how hard it would be, but unlike labour, I wasn't really ready for it.
I would urge anyone who really wants to do it, but is having trouble to ask for help, because it made so much difference to me.