David's Story

"Mom, tell me about when I was born?"
I have been asked this question a hundred times. Who doesn't love hearing about the day they were born! Even though my children have heard their story told many times, it never gets old.

Now it's time to tell David's story.

My labor pains began Sunday night at around 11pm. They were 20 minutes apart. I tried going to sleep thinking the pains would probably stop (as they had done the last three weeks). By 1 am, the labor was 10 minutes apart and my back was hurting. I thought, "Could this really be it?" I still wasn't getting my hopes up. I had already been sent home from the hospital once due to false labor. An hour later, I woke David up telling him that I was probably in labor and to be prepared. From 2am to 3am, my contractions increased in pain and frequency. They were now 5 minutes apart and I could barely walk.

It was off to the hospital with Justin in charge at home. It was 3:30am when I was brought to a room, where a nurse hooked me up to the usual monitors. Shortly after, I was told that I was 7cm. dilated! They certainly won't be sending me home this time. My nurse worked quickly to get me started on fluids preparatory for an epidural. The anesthesiologist arrived and did her job. Aww! Relief!
After an hour or so of watching me for any bad reactions to the epidural, we waited. My contractions slowed down to 5-7 minutes apart, but I was still progressing. The midwife, came and broke my water. I was given some other drug to speed up my contractions and by 8am I was ready to start pushing.

When David's head emerged, my midwife told me to stop pushing. I saw her cut at something and then I was told to finish pushing. Seconds later our baby was in my midwife's arms, but he was silent. Purple, lifeless, and silent. Apparently the cord had been tightly wrapped around his neck during the final minutes of delivery.
Our little David was brought to the warming table to be worked on by the nurses and midwife. Time seemed to stop. Tears ran down my face. After a couple of minutes, I heard a faint cry. Then it grew louder. Almost instantaneously, David's body turned pink. He was placed in my arms where we finally met for the first time.

I have to admit that it was
love at first sight.

Come Meet Me

A cute little ear.

A tiny hand with long fingers.

Two wrinkly feet.

A sweet tasting thumb.

A perfect baby boy.
Welcome to our family David.

David Milton Zinn
May 25, 2009
8:32 a.m.
7 lbs. 10 oz.
20 1/2 inches long

Birthday Girl

Normally Friday the 13th is said to be an unlucky day. But for our family it was a day to rejoice and celebrate.On July 13, 2001, at 2:20 pm, Kirsten Mozell Zinn was born 4 weeks early weighing in at 6 pounds and measuring 18 3/4 inches. She had tons of dark hair and cried every time there was a loud sound (like the warmer beeping). When I held Kirsten for the first time, I cried. Not because I finally had a girl, but because she looked exactly like Steven when he was born. I thought to myself, "Oh no! She's going to grow up and look like a boy."

I was WRONG! Kirsten has grown into a beautiful girl. She has brought so much joy to our family. Her infectious smile and laugh works miracles. When Kirsten sees someone sad or upset, she either makes them a card or gives them a hug with an, "I love you." A few months ago Justin and I had a disagreement. He was angry with me and said some hurtful things which caused me to be sad. Kirsten came in my room shortly after with a card that she had made. Fifteen minutes later, she gave me another card. Inside the card it read in Kirsten's handwriting, "I'm sorry Mom. I love you." And it was signed, "Justin".


Being the youngest girl with three older brothers is the perfect set-up. Kirsten is spoiled, protected, and will always have her own room. She has the boys and her Dad wrapped around her finger. Kirsten has even learned how to "bat" her eyelashes when she wants something. The boys have created a girl monster.
For her birthday breakfast Kirsten requested Ego waffles. After she was done, Kirsten opened two of her presents. Then we left for church. The primary sang to her and she was given a round mirror with the words, "I am a child of God" written around it.After church, Kirsten helped me bake her birthday cake. Then she licked the cake batter bowl and ate some juicy watermelon. Next, she opened the rest of her presents. Kirsten got a Furr-Berrie, a stuffed rabbit, Moonsand, a small gum ball machine, a DS game, and two craft kits. She even had a visit from our home teacher who brought her some cookies. For dinner, Kirsten is going to have chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and rolls. Tomorrow, Kirsten will have her cake and ice cream at the beach. Grandma and Grandpa Zinn and hopefully other family members will join us there for a beach party.
Happy Birthday Kirsten. We L O V E you!

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