One year ago the family and I moved to Las Vegas, Nevada. Kimball had been working down here for a few months already, but I stayed in Utah with the kids until things looked a little more certain. No point in uprooting yet again unless the job and everything else were really going to happen, right?
Kimball was working part time for a law firm while studying to take the Nevada Bar. By February 2013 things looked to be fitting into place so long as Kimball passed the test so we decided it was time to bring the kids down and make Vegas our home. We found a nice house to rent in a great ward. Everyone seemed really happy with everything other than being a little sick with flu , cold and whatever other germs always find their way to our door in winter. Unfortunately for me I couldn't quite shake being sick. Not the sitting by the toilet all day sick, just feeling from sun up to sundown that you wish you could throw up. This was eerily familiar to my first three pregnancies so I decided to take the test and wouldn't you know it I was having a baby!
This was by far the biggest baby surprise we've had. Kimball and I weren't trying not to have a baby, but hadn't quite decided to throw our hat in the ring yet either, if you know what I mean. We were both a little nervous about all the changes a fourth baby would bring to our family, but at the same time so excited! How do you not love a baby? I was especially happy to know I didn't have the eternal flu bug.
The day of the ultra sound was also the day Kimball found out if he passed the Bar. It was a very big day full of nerves and excitement. We went in for the ultrasound and saw our beautiful little boy for the first time. He was wonderful! On our drive home Kimball got word that he had passed the Bar. Our lives had completely changed in two amazing ways within just twenty minutes! How can two people cope with so much to be grateful for? We decided on ice cream.
A couple of weeks later I was informed that the ultrasound had in fact found a small abnormality. In one of the walls of the baby's heart their was a spot. They had me go in for a more detailed ultrasound to make sure everything was okay. I was so nervous. After three healthy babies I had kind of taken for granted the fact that this one would be healthy as well. After the second ultrasound the doctor concluded the babies heart was as strong and perfect as could be, and as for any other complications they were unlikely, but we wouldn't know for certain until after delivery.
I was so nervous. For weeks I was terrified. All I could do was pray and hope for all to be well. After some time the excitement started to overtake the fear and I felt that at the very least with the Lord's help Kimball and I could handle it.
On September 12th I started having irregular contractions. I had had a doctor's appointment that day and he said I might have the baby over the weekend! It wasn't until Kimball got home that night that we realized if I had the baby that night he wouldn't have to go in for drill that weekend! And if we timed things well the baby would be born on Friday the 13th! Not only as cool a day as they come, but it was also Kimball's parent's 50th anniversary. The decision was made. Now we just needed the baby to cooperate. That night was filled with salsa, squats, lunges and walking. Ever so slowly my contractions became more regular until at about midnight we were ready to go to the hospital!
As has become tradition with our children, just because we were ready to be admitted to the hospital did not mean we were ready to deliver a baby. Until after one strong epidural and many hours of waiting the doctor said we were ready. It was a little funny to see him again so soon. He was surprised too, but did an amazing job. The umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby's neck twice, which may have explained why things took so long to progress, but Dr. Romero handled everything perfectly. At 12:51 in the afternoon Wes Alexander Jones was born kicking and screaming. What a relief to see that perfect baby boy. He truly was absolutely perfect.
It is such a blessing to be a mother. I loved him so long before I saw him, but to see and hold him for the first time is indescribable.
As for his name Kimball has always liked the name Wes, not Wesley so much, but Wes. I was on the fence until we started thinking about middle names. Wes is our first child not named after someone in our family, not that we didn't have an amazing pool of people to choose from, but at the time Kimball had been reading some books about America's founding fathers one of them being Alexander Hamilton. Each night we would talk for hours about what an amazing man he was. He was intelligent, honest, and compassionate. Not perfect, but he did want to be a good man. It was so sad to us that most of history remembers him for other things, when he was such a key piece in making America great. Wes isn't solely named after Alexander Hamilton, their are many Alexanders through history who have done courageous and amazing things and we liked the idea of our baby carrying that with him. Also it just sounded really good.
To wrap things up. I love our baby Wes. His big brother and sisters are completely crazy about him. Its adorable to see Savannah sneak up to Wes to give him a hug and a kiss. Jocilyn is his second mother and he loves it. Kaden can't wait to start teaching him all sorts of things, to my horror Kaden's favorite thing is to practice walking with Wes, though he still doesn't crawl. And Kimball just loves him completely. Our lives have been completely turned upside down, but most days it just feels like this is the way the world should be.
The day of the ultra sound was also the day Kimball found out if he passed the Bar. It was a very big day full of nerves and excitement. We went in for the ultrasound and saw our beautiful little boy for the first time. He was wonderful! On our drive home Kimball got word that he had passed the Bar. Our lives had completely changed in two amazing ways within just twenty minutes! How can two people cope with so much to be grateful for? We decided on ice cream.
A couple of weeks later I was informed that the ultrasound had in fact found a small abnormality. In one of the walls of the baby's heart their was a spot. They had me go in for a more detailed ultrasound to make sure everything was okay. I was so nervous. After three healthy babies I had kind of taken for granted the fact that this one would be healthy as well. After the second ultrasound the doctor concluded the babies heart was as strong and perfect as could be, and as for any other complications they were unlikely, but we wouldn't know for certain until after delivery.
I was so nervous. For weeks I was terrified. All I could do was pray and hope for all to be well. After some time the excitement started to overtake the fear and I felt that at the very least with the Lord's help Kimball and I could handle it.
On September 12th I started having irregular contractions. I had had a doctor's appointment that day and he said I might have the baby over the weekend! It wasn't until Kimball got home that night that we realized if I had the baby that night he wouldn't have to go in for drill that weekend! And if we timed things well the baby would be born on Friday the 13th! Not only as cool a day as they come, but it was also Kimball's parent's 50th anniversary. The decision was made. Now we just needed the baby to cooperate. That night was filled with salsa, squats, lunges and walking. Ever so slowly my contractions became more regular until at about midnight we were ready to go to the hospital!
As has become tradition with our children, just because we were ready to be admitted to the hospital did not mean we were ready to deliver a baby. Until after one strong epidural and many hours of waiting the doctor said we were ready. It was a little funny to see him again so soon. He was surprised too, but did an amazing job. The umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby's neck twice, which may have explained why things took so long to progress, but Dr. Romero handled everything perfectly. At 12:51 in the afternoon Wes Alexander Jones was born kicking and screaming. What a relief to see that perfect baby boy. He truly was absolutely perfect.
It is such a blessing to be a mother. I loved him so long before I saw him, but to see and hold him for the first time is indescribable.
As for his name Kimball has always liked the name Wes, not Wesley so much, but Wes. I was on the fence until we started thinking about middle names. Wes is our first child not named after someone in our family, not that we didn't have an amazing pool of people to choose from, but at the time Kimball had been reading some books about America's founding fathers one of them being Alexander Hamilton. Each night we would talk for hours about what an amazing man he was. He was intelligent, honest, and compassionate. Not perfect, but he did want to be a good man. It was so sad to us that most of history remembers him for other things, when he was such a key piece in making America great. Wes isn't solely named after Alexander Hamilton, their are many Alexanders through history who have done courageous and amazing things and we liked the idea of our baby carrying that with him. Also it just sounded really good.
To wrap things up. I love our baby Wes. His big brother and sisters are completely crazy about him. Its adorable to see Savannah sneak up to Wes to give him a hug and a kiss. Jocilyn is his second mother and he loves it. Kaden can't wait to start teaching him all sorts of things, to my horror Kaden's favorite thing is to practice walking with Wes, though he still doesn't crawl. And Kimball just loves him completely. Our lives have been completely turned upside down, but most days it just feels like this is the way the world should be.
