1 MONTH

Weight: At her 2 week appointment she was 7lbs 11 oz, but when I have tried to weigh her myself it's pretty close to 9lbs. She is chunkin up like it's nobody's business. 

Loves: Her binkie. She has been a binkie girl since day one. When she was in the NICU the nurses were impressed at how well she could control it herself. Since then she's been hooked. She also loves her boppy pillow. I can lay her in that bad boy and she will pass out within minutes. Her dad likes to think that she is practicing her volleyball blocking skills already since she sleeps with her hands in the air all the time.

She loves her baths. She would sit in the tub all day if I had the patience to sit there with her. 

 But who wouldn't with a comfy chair like that.

Sleep: This chick loves to sleep, which is pretty convient for me. She has slept through the night a couple times, but usually only wakes up once around 3 or 4. She use to have to always be snuggled to go to sleep, but now I can lay her down in her bed and she goes to sleep on her own. The other night Trev was snuggling her and she kept grunting and stretching, but couldn't get comfy. Then she found her sweet spot.... right on Trev's face. 

Crying: She has definitely learned how to use her lungs when it comes to crying now. Before it was just a little whimper. Although, the only time she actually cries is when she's hungry. So far she hasn't ever been really fussy. She eats and falls right back asleep with no problem at all. We have had multiple people tell us how surprised they are that Trev and I have such a good and mellow baby. That kinda scares me. If she is mellow now I'm sure she is going to be a holy nightmare when she hits her terrible two's. I guess it will be payback from the anxiety we caused our parents. 

Parenting Moment of the Week: Last night Trev had to go over to campus to the library to look for a book he needed, but didnt' want to go by himself. So, we packed the little munchkin up and the 3 of us went over to the library. It didn't even click with us that we were taking a baby to the library..... right at the end of the semester of all times... It finally clicked as we were walking in... Whoops. Good thing she is a mellow baby and didn't make a peep. That could of been embarrassing. 

Postpartum: I either got really lucky and had an easy delivery and recovery or this having a baby thing gets exaggerated. It really hasn't been to shabby. I was feeling like a million bucks just a few days after. I was back into my regular jeans in a week and now I am only 3lbs shy of my initial weight that I was when I got prego. Although my boobs aren't the only thing that jiggle anymore. I have lots of toning to do. As much as I HATED being pregnant I would do it all over again. Not anytime soon that is, but eventually. It still amazes me at how much you can love another person that you don't even really know. When Brecklyn was born she struggled to breathe on her own and of course I was a complete mess, but thinking back on it I was crying over a little girl that I hadn't even seen or at that time even held. It's such an amazing experience. 

Anyways, enough with the sentimental crap. On that note Trev broke his arm a couple days ago. Convient right? Now I get to take care of both my babies. He is in a cast just below his elbow to this thumb. So, he's pretty much as helpful as a guy with two left feet these days. ;) As we were leaving the doctors office he said (and I quote) "My playing soccer days are done." I never thought I would hear that come out of his mouth. This having a kid thing has really made him grow up... or he's just getting old. :) 

     Now for picture overload as always.

She looks bald in this picture because her hair is so blonde. The first thing people say when they see her is "She has so much hair...... and it's blonde??..... her eyes look like they are going to be blue?!... where did that come from?" who knows and no our mail man isn't blonde either. 

                        I was in the tub so I put her in her chair to hang out and apparently it's super comfy.

She thinks I'm hilarious. She was wide awake in this picture but with a combination of chubby cheeks and a huge smile it interferes with her vision.  

3 Weeks

This little lady is already 3 weeks old, even though she acts like she is 6 months old and hates pictures as you can tell. Since day one everyone has told us that she acts a lot older then she really is. Thats a scary thought. They say they only smile because of gas at this age, but not this little one. She smiles every time her dad talks to her, especially in spanish. She thinks its hilarious. Trev will sit and ramble off sports talk to her and she just sits and smiles. The best is when Trev starts to make up random songs to sing to her, especially when they go a little something this... Your eyes, Your eyes are so blue. You better not suck on those fingers cause that will cause cancer.... Seriously, some of the stuff he can come up with is pretty out there, but she smiles every time. This classic picture just shows how much she shows off her smile. She was only 5 hours old. 

We decided to use the little cradle that I used when I was little and I used it for all dolls growing up. My grandpa fixed it all up for us. The day we brought her home from the hospital we put her in it and she moved around so much that she could get it swinging enough to roll her from side to side. My mom thought I was crazy when I told her this till she witnessed for herself. So, Trev got crafty and bolted 2x4's to the bottom of it like legs so it wouldn't swing. She is also a champ at holding her head up on her own. When she lays on your chest she lifts it up and just looks around. Then she gets tired and does the head bobble and crashes down. 

At two weeks she started making these monkey noises. They sound like a legit monkey and are hilarious. The first time she did it Trev and I looked around not knowing where it came from until she did it again. She always smiles afterwards to like "Check me out, I'm hilarious." She's such a little entertainer. 

At three weeks she decided it would be cool to start rolling. Not so cool. She acts so big already. I laid her down on the ground one day to change her bum and I turned around to grab the diaper and she rolled up on her side. She doesn't roll to her belly just up on her sides. 

For saying she is mine and Trevor's child she is pretty mellow. She loves her sleep. She sleeps 3 1/2 to 4 hours each night. She's on our crazy sleeping schedule. We usually don't go to bed till about midnight, but she also isn't up and wake till about noon. Convient right? I think so. She just eats and then goes right back to sleep. She doesn't really cry. Her cry consists of a little wimper. I feel like I have to sleep with one eye open at night in fear her little wimper of a cry won't wake me up. 

This is the first week that it has just been Trevor and I. The first week she was born my mom came up. For those of you that know my mom she is a clean freak. My house had never sparkled like it did by the time she left. At one point I caught her wiping down my blinds. Fantastic right? Trev asked her if she was for hire. Wouldn't that be nice? Then, my mother-in-law came up and stayed. It was so nice to have someone here to take the baby while I caught up on all my homework. My sister-in-law spent the week up here for her spring break. We did lots of shopping and got pedicures. I am trying to talk her into coming to Utah State in the fall so she could be our nanny. I'm still working on that one.. Even though this is our first week without family staying up here to help, Granny and Papa Bruce have already been up to visit. My dad is so funny with Brecklyn. He calls her Lizzy Lou. I always get txt messages from him asking if Lizzy Lou can play. It's hilarious to see this big, intimidating, ex cop talk in baby talk. 

The other day my friend asked Trevor and I if having a baby has taken a toll on our marriage or not? Keep in mind she is an FCHD major also so we study these kinds of questions all day long. When she first asked me about this I wasn't sure how to answer. I don't think that it has, but I didn't have any examples as why. So, over the past couple days I kept that question in the back of my head as we went about our day. I definitely think this little girl has strengthened our marriage. She has brought us a lot closer then we ever were before. We have learned how to communicate with each other even if it is only about the last time Brecklyn ate or last time she was changed. It has showed us how to work together as a team. Every time we leave the house Trevor is always in charge of the baby and carrying the carseat. I am always in charge of the diaper bag and making sure the car doors are locked when we get out. It may sound silly, but it works for us. 

A Baby Story

2 weeks ago Trev and I finally got to meet our baby girl. We waited 9 long months for this precious little girl to join our family. I had been having consistant contractions 2 weeks before I actually delivered her, but they weren't intensifying pain wise. So, until my contractions decided to intensify they wouldn't admit me. Trev's grandpa passed away a little over a week before miss Brecklyn decided to make her appearance. His funeral was filled with all kinds of emotions. Me and Grandpa had a pretty good relationship since Trev and I first started dating. He was such a good man and it broke my heart to think he wasn't going to here to hold my little girl. I know he was up in heaven telling her all kinds of things to fill our life with anxiety. It was definitely a sketchy time to go so far from the hospital, but I wasn't going to miss it. During the funeral I was having contractions and was just praying to make it through the funeral and back to Logan before this little girl decided to come. During the luncheon I had actually gone into the bathroom to get away from people because I was having such strong contractions. Apparently I was in there for quite sometime because Trevor sent his sister in to check on me when I just pretended that I was fixing my hair. I knew the contractions would eventually go away, but until then I didn't want to make a scene. Thankfully we made it through the funeral without a baby though. The night of March 17th I had been up all night with contractions, but I had a doctors appointment first thing in the morning and was just trying to hold off until then. They finally chilled out and I think I got maybe 2 hours of sleep that night. I had my doctors appointment at 9:00 the next morning (March 18th). Since I was so tired from not sleeping at all the night before I jumped in the shower, threw a hat on and out the door I went. My doctor knew how miserable I have been the past couple months and he told me that he was on call that night in Labor and Delivery and if I started having any type of contractions to come in and he would admit me. So, after I left my doctors appointment my plan off attack was to go walk my buns off in hopes to start some sort of contractions. I didn't even make it that far. By the time I walked in the door to my house my water broke and when you see it happen in the movies thats exactly what happened. I felt like I had drank 4 big gulps and then pee my pants. The first thought that came into my head was "Oh freak, my hair isn't done and there are dishes in my sink." No joke. So, what did I do? Busted out my curling iron and started to curl my hair and do my make up. Trev was in class and I knew if I told him that my water had broke he would drag me to the hospital if I was ready or not so I didn't tell him until about 30 minutes later. :) This sounds so ridiculous now that I am actually thinking about it, but at the time it seemed important. The only way to get a hold of Trev was to text him so I sent him a casual text that said "Oh by the way, my water broke like 30 minutes ago but I wasn't ready to go the hospital yet." ;) He seriously must of stood up and started running home from campus cause he was home in under 10 minutes. He came home to find me standing over a towel in the bathroom doing my make up. So ridiculous. Anyways, I got admitted to the hospital at 11:30 and waiting for little miss Breckie began. I took 4 hours a pretty good contractions to prove to myself I was at least a little tough and the thought of the epidural freaked me out. After I finally gave in to getting the epidural I think I would of much rather taken the contractions. The lady doing my epidural took 45 minutes to get it in. Yea, 45 minutes of stabbing me in the back with that honkin needle. If I could of let go from squeezing the bed long enough I probably would of slapped her. After the contactions eased up I could actually relax though. I took a little nap and attempted to do homework. At this point I was starving since I hadn't eaten in 24 hours already so I tried to convince the nurse to let me have a diet coke but didn't succeed. Trev had access to the food room all day and came back to my room with a sandwich, sat down on the couch, and began to fix it all up.  If my legs were functional at the time I would of walked over and slapped him and then took his sandwich.  

 After getting the epidural it gave me the body shakes. I was so cold I felt like I was in Antartica in an igloo in my swim suit. That mixed with a little fear of birthing out this child made it pretty bad. I swear I was shaking so much that it was shaking me right out the bottom of the bed. 

A little bit before I delivered Trev, my dad, and my father-in-law gave me a blessing. I can't even express how grateful I am that husband holds the priesthood. After getting this blessing I could feel my body immediately start to relax. 

All day I kept saying how cool it would be if we had her after mid night so her birthday would be the 19th, mine the 20th, and her uncle ben's the 21st. By the time 11:00 PM rolled around it was finally time to start pushing. Since the nurses wouldn't give me a diet coke earlier they sat out a cup of it right in front of me to for motivation. Before I knew it the doctor said "One last push and your little girl will be here." I looked up at the clock to realize it was 11:55 PM. I told the doctor I wanted to wait till midnight..... he thought I was joking. After I explained to him why he just started laughing and began to tell us that he had never actually had someone want to postpone labor. Welcome to knowing the Eschler's. There is nothing normal about us. So, why we waited for these 5 minutes to pass he was styling Brecklyn's hair in a mohawk so she looked all pretty when she made her appearance. She was born at exactly midnight. Her birth certificate says time of birth: 00:00. Accomplished my goal of having her born on the 19th. She was little chunk when she was born weighing 8lb 2 oz. Since this little girl would much rather sleep then eat she dropped down to 7lbs 5oz in just a few days. We had to set an alarm to feed her every 3 hours during the night cause she wouldn't wake up at all to eat. She finally has started to wake up on her own to tell us she is hungry. As of today she weighs 7lbs 14oz. She still hasn't gotten back up to her birth weight, but doctor says she's a healthy little girl. 

They had warned us before that the NICU nurses would be here since Breckie had inhaled so much fluid she struggled to breathe on her own for a little bit. After I delivered her they swept her away to suck out her lungs and get her to breathe. Of course I was a complete mess watching these nurses put tubes down her throat and give her oxygen. It's such a crazy feeling when I didn't even know this little girl, but yet cared about her so much. I got to hold her for a few minutes before they had to take her to the NICU. Those pictures are scary. After such a long day spending that time curling my hair was a complete waste of time. By the time I delivered I looked like I had been ran over by a garbage truck.... twice. During all this commotion the doctor turns to Trevor and I and says "You two have a lot to be grateful for tonight. This little girl is a miracle" then he held up her umbilical cord and it was tied in a knot. He told us that a lot of babies don't make it when that happens. This little girl is such a blessing. 

She had to spend the next couple hours in the NICU, but her daddy didn't leave her side. They had to get her heart rate and breathing stable before they would let her out. We have had some friends and family that have had hard pregnancies and even premature babies. They are honestly a lot stronger person then I will ever be. I could barely handle my baby going through that for a couple hours. I couldn't imagine going through it for weeks. 

All of our family had been in the waiting room since about noon that day and by 2AM they finally got to meet her. We are so blessed to have such an awesome family and friends. We had constant visitors at the hospital and when we got home. We had so many meals and treats brought in that 2 weeks later our fridge is still full. 

Breckie is so much fun to have around. I now spend my days making bottles, changing diapers, doing laundry, doing homework, doing more laundry, but I wouldn't change a thing. I'm so lucky to have such a hardworking husband that I am able to stay home with sweet girl. Now for picture overload....

 She has to sleep with her arms above her head. 

Leaving the hospital

My two loves. 

She was 5 hours old in this picture. She is already a spaz.

Her first Easter.