The week that felt like forever

So almost an entire eventful week has gone by, a week that felt like forever.

As in Groundhog Day, it was a deja-vu-like never-ending repeating cycle of feeding, fretting and fussing, outright 'I WANT MILK NOW!' brawling, diaper changing, swaddling, sleepless nights, nipple confusion, breast pumps, bottle sterilising & ginger infused meals....

For the parents out there, I'm sure you're just shrugging your shoulders and saying: "Yup, been there done that", but for the rest - here's a word of warning - there's no dress rehearsal and little room for error - we've been on prime-time since the start of the first contraction (and will be for the next 18 years or so) - and there's no return policy for babies (I did call up the hospital to check).

But before I make it sound like it's all doom and gloom, well, it's not - everyday brings a new round of challenges & humble learning, of discovery & unbridled joy; and everyday's a constant affirmation of nature's wonder, of the miracle of life.
To see his tiny yet perfectly formed features (down to those little fingernails so alike Lena's), those bright inquisitive eyes, that zen-like look of perfect contentment when he's well fed, the knowledge that despite how clueless we are, Lena and I are simply fumbling our way through the age-old process of sustaining a life, of bringing up a child - all that, like the ad says, is priceless.

Now, where can I go buy a six-pack of sleep?