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.