It seems that the common parlance is to say that the past 7 weeks have flown in.. but time only flies in retrospect and I don't think we've accrued enough of that yet, the only difference is that when you have a baby, you have a living, growing, feeding, shiting, screaming and occasionally sleeping barometer of yon passage of time.
The truth however is that days are longer due to sleep deprivation and dealing with impromptu, surprise, apparently irreparable and unending scream the house down sessions (which do end, sometimes quite quickly.. but that's not how it seems in the moment). So no, time isn't flying.. it's passing at exactly the same pace as it always has.. but each day requires much more concentration than pre-baby and so it in fact seems like every day lasts longer than before.
When I think that our baby is now 7+ weeks old, I think.. wow, it seems like just yesterday that I was pacing back and forth in the living room, rocking, shushing and patting her to sleep.. and it was.. and also 12 hours ago, 11 hours ago, 9 hours ago, 6 hours ago, 5 hours ago and 3 hours ago.
.. but here's the kicker, as tough as it seems at times, and as much as the goalposts move just as soon as you appear to have scored*.. there is nothing, not one bit of it, including the frustration that I would change. From the darkness comes light, and that recently has manifest itself in the form of increasing smiles, eyes that follow our every move, the VERY frequent sleeping baby on my chest, the sleep-giggles, the journey from stares, whines, tears and screams to indecipherable, beautiful, heart-warming, uplifting babble. The leg kicks and arm waves, however coincidental and impromptu, along with any music (most music) that we play to keep her entertained. The growing interest in books and toys and the look of fascination on her slowly comprehending little face when introduced to her play mat for the first time.. her sudden developing interest in our dog Tosh and even her *definitely strategically planned* fart, pish and shite attacks whenever Papa changes her nappy.. even that.. melts my heart into my toes (I had them replaced by nickel-based alloys).
Simply put, I have never been more tired (even as a chronic insomniac), more frequently frustrated (with very occasional trips to feeling out of my depth), more happy, more wholly satisfied and more positive about what lies ahead. In no particular order, my wife, my dug and my 7+ week old baby daughter are absolutely the most amazing creatures who have ever lived and who have had the most positive influence on my life.
* by which I clearly mean that as soon as you think you understand the different cries and how to react to them, and "master" the rock-sshh-pat step combo to lull her to sleep.. the evil genius inherent in all babies changes the tactics at play for the next undefined period.
Sheesh.. I bet you were expecting photos by now.. ok, fair enough!