July
July was spent enjoying fireworks, being scared of fireworks and spending time with family. We kicked off the 4th of July by hanging out with Mom, Dad and Abby. Taylor only approved of the smaller fireworks- ones that didn't make noises.
We also enjoyed a Fifita Family Reunion up Payson canyon. The theme was Living the Book of Mormon. It turned out really neat. The pictures of the mountains were taken from a very early morning walk. We also spent the day at the Lake- cool water, perfect weather and plenty of family members. (and yes that is an air mattress we blew up- which already had a hole in it- and yes that is me in the front of it, trying to paddle with a large belly).
August
Since I didn't pass the BOC exam in June, as planned, I had to retake the exam... I felt really confident in passing and was EXTREMELY shocked to find out the results that I had not passed once again. So once again I will be taking this dreadful exam in November.
August was also spent celebrating Salem days. Taylor had a blast at the parade. She loved seeing the different floats- in fact, she had to point out that the Macey's float had a large pig on it, and started to make pig grunts. Her favorite part was all the candy she could handle for one day.
August was also spent counting down the days for Rylie to come... I think when I was pregnant with Taylor I was in school so I kept myself busy to avoid thinking about when she'd be here... but things have been different with Rylie. I was sure miserable for the last few weeks...
I spent most of my time at my mother's house, trying to help her with whatever I could do, while trying to get as much rest as possible. Then I would return home to nest, by cleaning every corner of our house and de-clutter everything as well. I had my hospital bags packed and ready to go (which I jinxed myself when I did that, because it took her 3 weeks from the time they were packed, for her to come).
Finally, after being up with contractions 4 nights in a row, with no water broken and not hard enough contractions... I decided I had had enough. On Sunday, August 30th, I decided to go to the hospital for a labor check. We drove Taylor to my parents house and headed to provo for the hospital. After checking in, they told me they'd check me in an hour for progress, if nothing progressed, they'd call the doctor and ask what he would like to do.
An hour came and went, with no progress. I was dilated to a 3, with constant contractions, but nothing hard and severe for labor. I pleaded with the nurse not to send me home and was prepared to leave... but alas, Dr. Holmes just told her "I have to speak in church at 1 pm, so start her on some medication to speed things up. If she hasn't had her by 1, hold off and I'll be there as soon as I get done." What a relief to me not to have to leave. I started the ptossin to get contractions flowing by 10:30 am. By about 1:30 I was dilated to a 4, then by 2:30 I was ready for an epidural.. By about 3:50 I was fully dilated and ready to start pushing. I had Alice, Lee and Abby from the Murdoch side, and my mom, dad and Melissa from my side- there to support me. I began pushing at 4pm and by 4:11- viola, Rylie Kay Ofa Murdoch was born. (the brown outfit is what she went home in) ")
She weighed 8 lbs, 2 oz and was 19.5 inches long. What an amazing experience this has been! We are so blessed to have her in our lives, and Taylor adores her. I think I speak for almost everyone when I say we grow tired of hearing the phrase "baby wylie" 24/7. Taylor refused to do anything with Rylie in the hospital- probably out of not understanding what was going on (she thought our hospital bracelets were "owies"). But once we were home, she has wanted to help with changing diapers, holding her sister and even swiped the blanket out from underneath Rylie. She has even named every doll in this house "baby wylie" and uses the dish towels as blankets.
Aunt Melissa gave Taylor a blue candy, because Rylie had been getting all kinds of gifts, and she hadn't. She wouldn't let me take a picture of her blue lips, so I had to sneak one!
Taylor loves holding her sister, almost too much. On the way home from my grandmother's, Rylie started to cry. Taylor held her hand and tried talking to her, letting her know it would be okay. What a great big sister!
Daddy and Taylor enjoying Kung Fu Panda. Rylie has now taken over my recliner to take her daily naps in. She quite enjoys it ")
Rylie was very content today, so I decided to pose a few pictures. I borrowed the cute sunglasses from Taylor (without her knowing). I think she looks pretty darn cute in 'em.
We have been blessed to have 2 beautiful daughters in our lives and are grateful for all your prayers and support for us. We love you all! Hope to hear from you soon-
Love, the Murdochs
p.s. This is the proud big sister, holding her new buddy. Enjoy!


