Molly Yasuyo Finlinson

Molly Yasuyo Finlinson was born November 30, 2012

Weight:  6 lbs 1 oz;  Height:  20 inches

 She was kind enough to wait for her daddy to come home for the birth.  Although, she threatened to go the day before, sending mommy to the hospital the day before with "false labor".  (Full story below)

 Mommy and Molly

 Tyson bought the girls a little "I'm home!" present.  Sticker mustaches...which proved to be an awesome gift that kept the girls entertained while visiting at the hospital.

 My three girls

 Eden, my "Charlie Chaplin".  She actually just posed this way for me without me having to ask her to...which was ironically humorous.  She has no idea who Carlie Chaplin is...although maybe I should introduce her to him.

 Leila, my evil villian.  This mustache and picture pretty much explains my little ball of fire.  Trouble...but so adorably cute that you have to fall in love with her.

 And now little Molly with the mustache the girls picked for her.  Perhaps another villian in the making?

Well, here's the "birthing story" for all those interested.

I set up an induction date for the 30th (although, I admit that I was kind of didn't want to do it...just let it all happen when it was supposed to happen...kind of like I was cheating the system by picking her birthday).  But I decided to set it up in the end because Tyson got home late November 29th and had to leave again December 4th in the afternoon for another set of interviews.  Since that left very few days he would be around I decided that I'd rather have him here, be able to spend a LITTLE time with the girls (all three of them), and also be there in case there were any complications.

I had been staying with Tyson's parents for the week before I was to be induced. Tyson put me on "bed rest" although I technically wasn't told to be on bed rest. But he did so in hopes to keep the baby in the belly until he arrived.

On November 28th, the day before Tyson's home coming, I went to bed as usual...but woke up around 5 am with horrible contractions.

I didn't know they were contractions for a while because they felt so different than I was used to.  They were clear up in my rib cage...but they were PAINFUL.

After a while of timing and pain endurance, I decided it was best to wake up Tyson's parents to take me up the IMC hospital (40 minutes away).  They woke with a start and we headed out, leaving my other girls to sleep with their Aunt Kylie and Papa there to take care of them.

I went to Labor and Delivery and I was checked....3 centimeteres dialated.  After waiting a while, the contractions started to die down with an occasional contraction every so often.  They told me I could walk around to try and help the labor progress but told them that I wanted to hold that baby in until the daddy came home later that day if possible.

I went home.

I was in pain....like EXTREME pain.  I felt like a donkey had kicked me in the ribs and left me to die in the desert.  Moving...at all...was out of the question.  Thank goodness for wonderful in-laws that said, "I'm going to drop you off at your house (5 minutes from the hospital) so you can rest and in case you need to go back in.  We'll take care of the girls, so just relax."

I relaxed.

Tyson was scared to death and was able to find an earlier flight home. 

He came home around 4 instead of 7.

Eventually the pain lessened to a point where I could move.  But I was still sore and occasionally contracting.

I held out until the next morning.

I went to the hospital at 9:00 am to be induced.

They checked me....dialated to 4 1/2.

They put me on pitocin at 10:00 am.

After three of the most ridiculously painful contractions ever (I think it hurt extra from the previous contractions the day before) I gave in and said, "epidural!"

Mr. Anestheologist came in and gave me the epidural.

Right as the epidural kicked in I found myself saying, "I feel like pushing."

Sure enough I was ready to go.

Two pushes.

Molly was born.

11:39 am.

Short and sweet....The labor being short and Molly being sweet.

The BIG Decision

The BIG Decision

by Bethany

I had "slowed things down" with Tyson (or even MORE than slowed it down) because I was getting a little chicken of where things were going.  Luckily, Tyson was still willing to stick around and give me a second chance although a part of him wanted to throw in the towel and say "well, guess that's the end."

Something inside of him told him to stick around.

It didn't take long and things started to progress again.  We went back to dating and I once again became nervous.  Dating Tyson never felt wrong, like all the other guys I had previously dated.  But how did I know it was "right"?

I remember having a phone conversation with my mom.  She is always there for me when I need her...and she always seems to give the right advice.

My mom told me that one way she knew she was supposed to marry my dad was simply that the Holy Ghost never said "don't do it".  There was no resounding "YES!  THIS IS THE ONE!"  Things just progressed and she new it was right because there was no "no".  So, I continued on the path.

Then one morning soon after I knew I was going to marry Tyson.  Maybe that was a "YES" unlike my mother...but it didn't seem that way.  I just felt a confidence in Tyson that I had never felt before.  I knew Heavenly Father was backing me up in this decision.

I called Tyson on the phone.

Me:  "We're going to get married."

Tyson:  "Bethany.  No need to rush.  Its OK to take it slow if you need to."

Me:  "We're going to get married.

I then called my best friend.

Me:  "I'm going to get married."

Then I drove to my parent's house.

Me:  "I'm going to get married."

Mom:  "Does Tyson know that?"

Me:  "I told him this morning but he didn't believe me."

Mom:  "Maybe you should tell him again."

I called Tyson.

Me:  "We're going to get married."

Tyson:  "Are you sure about this?"

Me:  "Yes."

Tyson:  "Cause once we buy a ring then there's no turning back."

Me:  "I know."

I drove back to Provo and we went ring shopping that day.

It didn't take long to find the perfect ring.  It was ordered and coming.

.....next story...

The Proposal

Our First Kiss

Alright, here's the short and sweet of Tyson and my first kiss....just for the record.

One day I decided it was time for Tyson and I to kiss.
I joked with him to kiss me.
Begged him.
Tried.
He refused.
He found it amusing.

He resisted all night long.

Then HE kissed me the NEXT day.

Snow Time

Its been snowing like crazy for two days.

I was very sick yesterday.

Thank goodness for cousins and a sister who will take my kids and play with them while I rest.

Doesn't she remind you of A Christmas Story?

p.s.  She went outside for about 2 minutes before deciding it was too cold.

 

  Eden and McKell

 A look out this morning...and its still going...

Halloween Events

Cornbelly's

 Trick or Treating with Cousins

 Dorothy and the Flying Monkey

 Brayden and McKell's school costume parade

 Halloween kid's lunch with Liz, Lily, and Annabelle

 (Above...mummy pizzas NOT overdone.  Below....mummy pizzas overdone)

  Mummy pizzas, apple monster mouths, clementine pumpkins, and string cheese fingers

 Painting Pumpkins (my pumpkin)

 I thought Eden did a good job painting a little skeleton

 Leila was proud of her very blueish-grey pumpkins...hands....and face

Halloween crafts (haunted houses) 

No Way a Coincidence

 

*This is a picture of Tyson's recent visit with us after being away for so long.  I love him.  Much.

 

This is a continuation of Tyson and my dating experience.
This story is a serious story.

Just to warn you.

No Way a Coincidence

By Bethany

When I first met Tyson, I was on the re-bound.  I had a previous relationship that was pretty emotionally attaching and somewhat hard in the detaching if you know what I mean.  Me and "he" still remained friends even after breaking things off.

Then I met Tyson and we started to date.

I then got an unexpected phone call.  It was "he"...with some bad news.  He was in the hospital with cancer.  We were still great friends.  So, I dropped everything and went to see him.  We talked, hugged, and just spent a little time with one another at the hospital.  "He" would be spending a lot of time at the hospital...and as a close friend, I planned to visit him often.

Soon after the first visit....something happened that I know was no coincidence.  I got sick.  And of course with any sort of sickness I wasn't allowed to visit "he".

That's when Tyson came into play.  He came to my apartment and took care of me.  He made me soup, brought me flowers, and most importantly he kept me company.  We just talked, ate soup, and talked some more.

This of course was the LONGEST sickness I've ever had.  I couldn't kick it save the life of me.  I wasn't lying in bed the entire time of course and didn't need special care and attention.  But I had enough of lingering sickness that I wasn't able to go to the hospital.

It was during that time that Tyson and I became much closer to one another, to the point where we were engaged soon after.

And I can honestly say that Heavenly Father was watching after us.  My guess, He knew I coudn't get closer to Tyson with me heading off for hospital visits all the time.  My guess is that He also used this as a time for Tyson to step in and take care of me so I could realize how amazing of a person he really is.

The Phone Call

Here's another blast to the past of how Tyson and I came to be.

Previously on our dating story....

We met in a hot tub. 
Held hands despite better judgement. 
Reluctantly exchanged phone numbers.

Now let the embarrassment continue as we continue to Part II of the story.

The Phone Call

By Bethany

Perhaps a week or so after exchanging phone numbers,Tyson gave me a call.  A bunch of his friends were getting together and he called to invite me along.

I reluctantly said yes.

Then I remembered something.  A promise I made to a friend.

I promised my best friend, Rachel, that I would go to water aerobics with her during the time I was supposed to go with Tyson.  So, I gave her a call.

*There was very little I remember about that conversation to Rachel.  So, I just called her to ask what she remembers.  The only thing she remembers of that conversation was that I felt bad ditching her and then decided that she was more important to me than Tyson at that point in my life.  So, I decided to bail on Tyson.

I then gave Tyson a call back and bailed on him.

His thoughts, "The ultimate ditch...water aerobics.  Well, I've done my duty and called her."

I went to water aerobics.

The only thing I remember about water aerobics was thinking "water aerobics isn't made for short people" as the water was a little too high for me and my feet BARELY touched the ground.

After water aerobics, guilt filled my soul.

I called Tyson back.

Me:  "Hey, I'm done with water aerobics.  Are you guys still together?"

Tyson:  "Yeah.  We are at IHOP if you want to come."

Me:  "Sure.  Let me get ready and come."

I didn't spend much time getting ready.  I admit it.

Inside IHOP everyone was conveniently placed so I only had one choice...to sit next to Tyson.

And a plate of smiley face pancakes were waiting for me.

I don't think Tyson or I talked much.

We then decided to go to my apartment to watch a movie.

And of course...despite our better judgement...we held hands and cuddled.

Interested in each other?  Nope.

Then we all parted our separate ways.

Guilt set in.

How do you get rid of a guy when you obviously can't be trusted to be anywhere NEAR him without physical contact?

Text him.  Obviously.

I'm such a chicken.

While I can't remember with exact detail...but the jist of my text was this:

"We should get together and get to know each other

...and not have any physical contact."

He agreed.

I honestly don't remember much about our next meeting.

I remember he came to my apartment, we talked, and we played the laughing game where we would see how long we could stare at each other without laughing.

And I remember after that date knowing that we were "dating".

No bells and whistles.  No magic moment.  No DTR.  We just knew it.

That was the beginning.

How Tyson and I Met

Just a little story for you all to enjoy...

How Tyson and I Met

(The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly)

By: Bethany

Before we met...

I was attending UVSC.
Tyson was attending BYU.

I was invited to a party at a friend's cabin.
My friend's sister also invited friends to the cabin, one of which was Tyson.

I had recently had a break up with a boy.  I was on the rebound.
Tyson recently had a break up with a girl.  He was also on the rebound.

The actual meeting...

The cabin had a hot tub.  Tyson's friends from high school all decided to get inside the hot tub where they were...well...acting like boys.  And I had a friend who saw the opportunity to join in a hot tub full of boys.  She asked me to come inside the hot tub with her...and I decided "alright...I suppose."  But honestly, boys acting like...well, boys....didn't really appeal to me.  So, I felt no need to really impress anyone.

I found my place in the hot tub...next to Tyson.  And didn't feel a need to be shy.  So, I admit (with a little bit of embarrassment in my voice) that when I started to get hot, which often happens in hot tubs, I put my arms outside the hot tub...which incidentally landed my hand right in back of Tyson.  I somehow got a feel of his hair...and realized how soft his hair was.  (Later I found out that Tyson actually got some new shampoo and conditioner that was quite incredible and high quality and he didn't blame me for wanting to touch his hair...cause it was truly soft.)  So...I played with his hair.

We all joked and played.  And then we got out of the hot tub.

We got dressed and I ran into Tyson again where everyone else was hanging out....but I didn't recognize him.

Tyson came up to me acting like he knew me.

Me:  "Hi.  I'm Bethany.  What's your name?"

Tyson (confused):  "...Tyson..."
Me:  "Oh sorry!  I didn't recognize you with your clothes on!"

Awkward silence.

We parted.

Later a bunch of people were going to watch a movie.  I decided to join and there wasn't much place to sit.  I, of course, ended up sitting next to Tyson again (each of us with no interest in each other).  Not planned, just happened.  Of course it was cold, so we hand a blanket over us.

During the movie, Tyson put his hand down by his side under the blanket (which of course we had to sit close to each other because there were so many people in the room)...SO...putting his hand to the side meant that his hand was touching my leg. 

I took that as "I would like to hold your hand."
After a while I decided to play the game.  I put my hand to my side...also touching his hand.

He took that as "I would like to hold your hand."
After a while he decided to play the game and held my hand.

The movie ended. I left thinking "What did I just do!?!"
He was cornered by his friends asking "What did you just do?!?"

I searched for a good friend of mine and pulled him aside to tell him my story.  He told me to steer clear of Tyson and whatever I do, don't give him my phone number.

Tyson, being the good boy he is, decided that it would be totally rude and inappropriate to leave me hanging after holding my hand.  He decided to get my phone number, take me on a date, and having done his duty...call it good to end it there.

I avoided Tyson.

But of course the heavens wouldn't let us off that easily.

My ride had left and I needed to find a new ride.  Good thing someone had brought a large van with two extra seats for me and my roommate to hitch a ride.  And of course who was also in the van?  Tyson.  And of course I was the last person in the van, forcing me to once again sit by Tyson.

It was awkward.

Tyson:  "So, could I get your number?"

(Silence)

(I have an obvious look of "oh I really don't want to give you my number.")

(Tyson's thinking "oh boy....this is bad.")

Me: "....OK...."

(I give him my number)

(Awkward silence and small talk the rest of way home)

So, that's how Tyson and I met....

To Be Continued....

Next Story:  The Phone Call

Who Wants to Hear Some Good News?

I get to see my husband on SATURDAY!

For one week I'll have solid proof that I do, indeed, have a husband.

Hurray!

October Fun

October has treated us well thus far.  We've been able to really practice up on our Halloween spirit the past few days.  We went to Gardner Village to see the Witches displays and we also went to a little Halloween party of someone in our ward that decks out their house for the season.  They open their house with a little party with mostly ward members and other close friends of theirs.  They had karaoke, cotton candy, face painting, food, desserts, and lots of fun times.  Here are a few pictures of the events (not in the right order...but its all good).

30 Weeks

I don't think I've taken a classic "side view of the prego belly" picture yet this pregnancy.  So, I thought I'd take one to share.  Although I don't think this is the most flattering picture of me....pity.

Not much is going on with the pregnancy.  Things seem to be as normal as can be.  Just getting bigger, I have crazy dreams every night, a bit of morning sickness in the morning, a bit of heartburn at night, back pains, and I fully admit that I already find myself waddling a bit.

But other than that, things are grand.  Honestly, it could be worse...MUCH worse.  So, I'm grateful.

10 weeks....

It does scare me.

I mean...3 kids?  Seriously?  What was I thinking?

I may not survive.

Often times I think I won't survive the "name-the-baby game" that has turned into "I refuse to think of any names until I'm in the hospital in labor because naming this baby is giving me ulcers to add to my other pregnancy symptoms."

Ok fine.  Cut the drama.

I'll survive.

Curiosity

Most people seem curious what is actually going on with Tyson being gone.

So, I'll explain.

Tyson's in his fourth year of medical school. He plans on being a radiologist. Right now he's in the process of sending out applications for residency programs. He needs to send in his application, get an interview, and then he ranks where he wants 1 to however many. Then the residency program people rank HIM on their scales depending on how much they want him there. Then a computer puts everything into a system where it magically pops up with a "match" for the best placements.

All others who don't "match" have to "scramble". The student is then responsible for finding openings to programs by themselves whereever openings are available.

Right now Tyson is travelling around to a bunch of places he feels are good possibilities for residencies. He pretty much wants to show his face to the residency people to make a good impression and show that he really does want to go to their program. He's doing this from now until interviews are being held so he can be fresh in their mind when they are looking through applications.

Therefore, he's out and about trying to make a good impression and seeing if he likes their programs while I'm living in my parent's house (they are on a mission but my sister also lives here in the upstairs and I occupy the downstairs).

*phew*

Hope I got all that right....and it made sense.

He first went to Kansas City....now he's in Tuscan, AZ....followed by Mesa, AZ...then to Peoria, IL.

Answers to questions I often get asked...

Q: Do I get to see Tyson during all this time he's away?
A: No...not really, unless you count Skype. There is one week in October he'll be able to come home and I may be able to travel out there for a week in October as well.

Q: Am I dying without a husband around?
A: I'm OK for one reason....family. I have family around me that keep me busy and help me out. Without them, I would be one sad and lonely wife. But I do still miss him.

Q: When does he come back? Will he go out travelling later?
A: He is done with away rotations November 30. After that he's pretty much doing rotations in either Provo or Salt Lake with the exception of two months in St. George...where me and the kids will be packing up and going with him.

Q: Wait...when is the baby due?
A: December 2 (two days after Tyson comes home). I'm probably the only pregnant person who HOPES to make it clear to my due date. I'd prefer no sooner or else Tyson won't be there. But at the same time, I've already got it in my head that he may not be there for the birth of baby #3...and I'm OK with that.

Q: Is it hard living with family?
A: There are a few negatives of course but the positives BY FAR outweigh the negatives. I'm so glad that my family is around and that I can always take a short car ride to see Tyson's family as well. I love both families and they are a blessing and miracle in my life.

And now for something less serious....some videos of the kiddos.  I had a few more videos that I thought were funny but for some reason they didn't come through on the email I sent them to.  So...as I tell my kids, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit.  :)

Eden learning to ride a bike.  She needs to work on speed.  Then again, she's my girl who always tells me "slow and steady wins the race".

Leila strolling her cousin Ramona around.

Temple Trip and Ballet

Life's been good.

I think I sometimes don't show that in my posts as much as I should.

Tyson's away....but we're surviving and getting into a better routine around here.

Plus, Eden started ballet...and a girl couldn't be happier.

Well, I guess she wishes we did ballet EVERY DAY...but other than that she couldn't be happier.

She became only a little worried about the day before ballet and right before we went to her first class, "What if my teacher is mean?", "I don't have that hair thing in my hair and I need to have it.", "What if nobody else looks like me?"....

Seems that none of those worries needed to be worried about.  She exclaimed after that her teacher was very nice and not mean.  I think there was only one other girl with that little bun holder in her hair (and the only reason Eden didn't wear hers was because it wouldn't stay in her hair with such little hair in it).  And the funniest thing was that she DEFINITELY fit in with her class (besides the fact that they all needed to wear matching uniforms to class).  Who would have thought, 2/3 of the other students were either Asian or half Asian.  Who would have thought, huh?  I mean, of course not that I'm playing the side of "all Asians look the same"...but there was even one girl there who Eden said, "Mom...she looks like me." and I admit that it was hard to tell them apart sometimes during the practice....

The other happy event was being able to see the Brigham City Temple open house.  Some Grand Junction friends of mine were passing through and wanted to stop there.  So, we were invited to go and see the temple as well as spend some time with them and their kids.  We went out for lunch and played at the park.  It really was amazing.  I love that my children LOVE the temple.  And for their bedtime song they wanted "I Love to See the Temple".  Very fitting.

Tyson's been feeling better about his rotations, interviews, etc.  He finished a test, has had good experiences, and is feeling more confident about interviews and getting into a radiology program.

Things are good.  We are happy.

Except...still no baby name....

Good Times, Good Times

We've had lots of good times.

I haven't blogged as much as I planned because I've been having internet troubles and an unsolved mystery involving my camera and pictures that I swear were taken but are yet to be found....

Things are settling down (at least a little).  Tyson did a rotation in Kansas City but has now made his way to Tuscan, Arizona for another four-week rotation.  I was planning on driving out to visit him when he ends up going to Mesa, Arizona in October but I'm starting to wonder if my preg-o body can handle such a trip....

Unfortunately I think we need to cancel that trip.  But Tyson does get one week off in October where he plans to fly out and see us.  Then of course go back Mesa, followed by Peoria, Illinois.  Then HOME SWEET HOME.  *sigh*

Eden and Leila are quite the bundles of joy (and frustration at times, I'll admit).  Eden's developed a love for Barbies and practically anything that is extremely girly.  Leila's my little drama where everything is exaggerated from, "I love you much mommy dear!" to "Eden share...NEVER NEVER NEVER!"  And whenever she talks to Tyson on Skype she says, "Daddy...pick up me!"  And Tyson always wishes he could just pick her up and hold her.

Eden is starting ballet class this week.  She's so excited!  There is nothing she wants more than to be graceful like a ballerina while wearing those pretty skirts and leotards.  I'm interested to see how much she likes it and how well she does.

I'm pregnant-er and pregnant-er as the days go by.  I thought about taking a preg-o picture of me to share, but I never got around to it.  I'm just glad to see the weather cool down a bit.  *ahhh*  But I do still feel sick, mostly in the morning after breakfast.  And depending on what I eat for dinner I often get some form of heartburn at night.  I haven't had too many cravings as of lately (although I had plenty of cravings earlier on). And we still don't have a name picked out....although as my labor day activity I ended up taking a poll of our list-o-names and asking family their tops.  But in the end, we aren't THRILLED about any of the names, so we may end up throwing the list out altogether.  We'll see.

Well, that's the scoop.  Hopefully the internet is kind enough to let me blog more and I can figure out the case of the missing camera pictures.

My Bad...

I wrote that I was 34 weeks pregnant....

Its not true...

I'm 24 weeks pregnant....

My bad.

Its All Craziness

My DEEPEST apologizes for my lack of posting.

I'm always bad about posting when I go to Utah to visit

...but now I LIVE here...so I can't make that excuse.

But I have been extremely busy.  Family fun makes for a busy summer!

I haven't been very good at taking pictures but I've tried to repent...and to PROVE that its been a busy summer, here are pictures of what we've been up to the past two weeks.

Backyard camp outs.

 Swimming lessons and playing at the pool.

 Thanksgiving Point Gardens

 Shopping.

 The Farm

...and ice cream parties

But that's not including general fun with cousins, Parade of Homes, dinosaur museum, bounce house parties, and garage sales.

(Pssst....if it looks like I'm rich being able to do all these activities...think again.  The only thing that cost money were the swim lessons.  We had free two-day Thanksgiving Point passes for the gardens, farm, and museum.  I only go window shopping while my sister is ACTUALLY shopping.  We were asked to help with some advertising from a lady in our ward who owns Sub Zero ice cream and in return gave us free arcade games and ice cream.  I was given the Parade of Homes ticket.  And my sister was hosting the bounce house party at her house which equipment was from her in-laws.)

Its been busy.

Perhaps TOO busy.

I'm working on getting life back together...back to normal.  You know...where my kids go to bed before 10:00, I eat my own food instead of stealing food from either my sister upstairs or my in-laws, and we actually have time to sit at home and relaxing.

At least that's MY dream, the kids probably think this lifestyle is a blast.

But I'm not the only busy one around here.

Poor Tyson.

He's now in Kansas City again doing work, work, work.  He's been just as busy as I have, so it seems.  Its been sad to not have him around, but I must say that both my family and Tyson's family make it a lot less lonely without him around.  But he's been doing good and seems to have already made a good impression on the people of KU.  So, that's positive.

Well, life has been crazy and fun.  I owe a lot of thanks to all my family that have been awesome about housing, feeding, and loving our little family.

And last thing...baby is doing well.  Baby #3 is also Girl #3.  We are excited but are far from picking out a name.  I'm 34 weeks along and the baby is about a foot long.  She loves to kick.  And I can tell that she's definitely grown in size by how how much harder she's kicking and the size of my belly.  Symptoms are low, cravings are high.  We are all doing great!