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.
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