The unexpected is usually what brings the unbelievable.
—Mandy Kellogg Rye
Adrian reached down and touched Fraser’s emaciated body. Staring blankly at the tubes and monitor wires, Adrian faithfully thanked God for his precious son. The previous night had been one more night of darkness and quiet, violently interrupted by sadness and exhausted sobbing.
God, you have to fight for us. I don’t know if I have any fight left in me. I’m trusting you to make a way for us to get through this.
When Fraser had been born, he was a healthy boy—9 pounds, 10 ounces. As Fraser approached six weeks, Jayne noticed a familiar pattern. No. Not again.
“I took him to the doctor for a checkup. When they weighed him, I knew before they ever said it,” Jayne remembered. “I hated the words failure to thrive. Olivia also had been healthy at birth, but at six weeks, quit thriving… But she pulled through and lived to welcome her baby brother into this world. How could we go through this again?”
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