Kolt Roy Jones

Kolt Roy Jones

Born: December 11, 2010 

(12/11/10 that should be easy to remember;)

Weight: 7 lbs 10 oz

Height:  21 in

the birth story:

Having four ultrasounds and all confirming Kolt was measuring a week big, 

I was a little nervous about waiting to deliver at 40 weeks pregnant.  

My last ultrasound showed Kolt weighing 7 lbs. 

with one month left to go, 

meaning he could be around 9 lbs or more at 40 weeks.

Having that in the back of my mind and the fact that Aaron's finals week for his masters program

was December 13th -16th, Kolt was due on the 18th.

I was worried if I was to go into labor myself in that last week,

Aaron would not be able to be there.

I know this happens where women go into labor and there

husband for what ever reason is unable to be there, 

but I didn't know if I could do that.

Aaron is always a big support for me and I NEED HIM THERE!

The last concerning element for me was the weather, the roads had been icy and

I was REALLY nervous about having a baby at home or in the car,

not my cup of tea, if you know what I mean.

So my doctor and I early on in my pregnancy had

planned on inducing one week early,

which happened to be my birthday.

This was the plan up until the week before my scheduled induction date

I go to my appointment only to hear my doctor say,

I am going to let you go full term, 

maybe longer, 

and don't worry we will be monitoring your babies size,

and out of the room he went.

My jaw just dropped.

WHAT?

Maybe let me go past my due date and you are monitoring my babies size?

HOW?

The last ultrasound had been two weeks ago and I hadn't had one since.

Feeling my temperature rising, 

and knowing Shanae-nae was wanting to break free (my mean self)

I decided to keep my mouth shut and waited to confront him the following week.

All week long I was wondering what his reason was for this decision.

Was he confused?  Did he have me mixed up with someone else?

The day finally came for my appointment, it was a Thursday, two days before

 my once scheduled induction.

I really wanted to be calm and not cry but after waiting over an hour and a half

in the waiting room, (which was normal in this office)

I was in tears before I got into the room.

When the doc came into the office he asked, what was wrong?

I just went off, I asked him why he changed his mind about the induction,

and if there was something that was concerning him,

I wanted to know if thought I should get a c-section, etc.

He just asked me what I wanted to do and said he was not concerned about inducing me.

He is always really vague with me and just not helpful, it was frustrating.

I told him I still wanted to be induced, he asked for when, I said today, tomorrow what ever is available.

He called the hospital and put me on a waiting list which was weird for me,

You just wait around for the hospital to call you and tell you there is room for you to come in. 

He then stripped my membranes and said maybe this will help you start into labor yourself,

then as I was leaving the office he decided to inform me that if I was to go to the hospital

on Friday that Dr. Lorenzo, his partner, whom I had never met, would be delivering the baby.

For some reason he was afraid to tell me he would be gone for the weekend.

So I waited all day Thursday and nothing, Friday, nothing, 

ok now Saturday was my birthday, 

so I called the hospital that morning and asked them if it was a possibility 

that I would be coming in, they said it looked like Monday would be the soonest. 

At this point I decided to take things into my own hands.

I drank a concoction of 1 egg, 2 cups of vanilla ice cream, 2 tbls of heavy whipping cream and

2 oz of castrol oil.

Yes, I did.

And it worked like magic.

I drank it at noon.

One hour later the side affects started and by 4:30 pm my contractions started.

We dropped the kids off at Yount's house,

and headed into the hospital by 6:00 pm, 

the snow was falling and I was nervous about

bad roads, so we were on our way to get this party started.

When we got to Kadlec Medical Center they put us in a room to check if I was dilated 

and hooked me up to monitors to check my contractions.

I was dilated to a 3 and they decided that was enough to put me in a room.

After in my room I had asked for an epideral before they broke my water.

They were getting me hooked up to IV's and taking my blood

and having us sign consent forms when we came to the VBAC consent form.

The nurse who brought it to us was anti-vbac and wanted to make sure 

we totally understood all the ins and outs of it.

Of course we didn't know all the risks since my doctor had not informed us.

After reading over it and Aaron giving me a blessing and praying we decided to

do a c-section.  Aaron was just to nervous about the risks.

It was a hard decision, I was worried about my recovery and the fact

that it would limit the how many kids we could have.

c-sections are must so weird to me, you just go into a room,

they cut you open and the next thing you know you hear your baby crying.

It always makes me cry when I first hear my babies cry.

When they first showed me Kolt I thought he looked just like Krew.

After Kolt ate for a few hours he slept for 12 hours.

I would try to feed him and he just wanted to sleep.

I was concerned and kept asking the nurse if this was OK.

She assured me he would be fine.

He was fine but he did lose more weight then they liked.

He lost 10 oz. so he was just 7 lbs.

Then they were worried about jaundice.

The poor guy got poked 3 times.

He started eating like a champ and it was just a mild case of jaundice so he is just fine.

Now a week later, I am so glad I have my sweet baby boy and my recovery has been

AMAZING. 

 It has not been bad AT ALL!

I am a bad photographer, I did not get a picture of the whole family together in the hospital.

When Kali and Krew came to visit, 

Kali came right in and wanted to hold Kolt and wanted to feed him and help with him.  

Krew on the other hand did not want anything to do with him.

He just ran over to the other bed and played around 

while watching How to Train your Dragon on TV.

I asked him if he wanted to hold his brother and he said. NO.

Kolt getting love from me, Kali, and Grandma

Kolt's poor little foot was pricked 3 times, checking for jaundice. so sad.

As soon as Kolt was brought home Krew was very interested in him and wanted to do

all the things he was doing.  

He wanted to sit in a car seat and drink a bottle and have a blanket.

That only lasted for the day, now Krew is becoming protective of his brother

saying, "that is my baby brother Kolt."

Krew if very gentle with him.

Both Kali and Krew LOVE HIM!