Baby Talk

First, Scarlett Iva is one week old yesterday. It's surreal to me to think of a person as only 8 days old. I can count that using only my hands!

Things have been good this past week. All three of us have been learning. Mom and baby have seemingly mastered breast feeding. Amber and I have gotten much better at swaddling. I don't get all nervous when she cries. All good things.

This week I also remembered one of the things I adore about Amber: her baby-talk voice. Of course, when we first started dating this was her doggie-talk voice, but the way she talks to Scarlett is the same. It's the cutest thing and I love to hear it. I can't get enough of it. I'll sometimes stop what I'm doing in the house to listen to it. The really funny thing is that she says she can't do it on cue, the inspiration (either dog, cat, or Scarlett) must be present.

"Day 8" from Scarlett: The First Two Weeks

From "Lasts" to "Firsts"

It seems to me like we've gone from lasts to firsts. Up until the baby got here, we had a bunch of last times, like last supper out (that one was unexpected), last summer without a kid, last this, last that.

Beautifully, those have been replaced with firsts. First card ride, first stroller stroll, first meal, first breath, first bath, first thunderstorm. It's seriously amazing.

We've posted some pics of these firsts below. We'll be updating the same album for a while, so check back often.

Scarlett: The First Two Weeks

Welcome Scarlett Iva!

Scarlett Iva Borozny was born on Saturday, September 19 at 9:27 a.m. She was 6 pounds 13 ounces, and 20.25" long. Mom and baby are happy and healthy.


The birth was a marathon. Amber's water broke on Friday at 11:30 a.m., so the whole process lasted nearly 24 hours. The little girl just didn't want to come out! Amber had "more bleeding than we like to see" after the delivery, but the doctors and nurses took care of everything and we both got some needed sleep by Saturday night.

Amber is feeling like her old self this morning and we'll be making our way home sometime around noon.

Dad Detail

"... you have no idea how much crap these kids need."
Quote from Three Men and a Baby

This quote kept running through my head over the weekend as I put together a seemingly endless stream of things for the coming kid. Saturday involved a stroller, diaper genie, and bouncer. Sunday I conquered the car baby carrier. Tonight involved me versus the pack-n-play. So far, I'm undefeated, but I wouldn't be much of a father if I lost, now would I?

I thought for sure Amber was going to have the kid early Sunday morning. About 1am, Amber starting having contractions. Strong contractions. She just went full-term on Thursday, so in theory she could have the kid and everything would be cool. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility. I broke out the book, started reading up on the signs of labor, we even called the nurse. Turns out they were just really intense braxton-hicks contractions, but for a minute I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and hightail it to the hospital. She's doing fine now, no serious contractions for well over a day, but she did say that the kid is low in her body. Like, real low. Amber's latest prediction: D-day will be 9-22-09.