So we swept, vacuumed, and cooked together. I had one hand free, the other was being clenched tight by two little fists.
Ironically, when she nursed I was allowed two hands (normally unheard of) and I took the opportunity to try to finish knitting her a toy.
Finally, after 14 hours of almost non-stop cuddling (I did have to change her diaper a few times) I sat down at the computer and browsed as I bounced. She fussed. And fussed. And fussed. Then all of a sudden silence. She was slumped over my arm - fussed to sleep.
In the time it took me to type this one handed she has woken up and is getting ready for round two.