In 1990, a young couple were told that their son would probably die during birth, or at least shortly after. “Don’t bother buying baby clothes,” is essentially what they said, “You might get a few minutes with him, but most likely not even that.” After the boy lived for weeks, then months, the doctors still urged caution to the young couple, predicting that their son might die at age 1 or 2.
The child had a fairly severe case of heterotaxy, a rare congenital disease that effects most of the internal organs in the torso; stomach, liver, heart, sometimes lungs. The child in question had two large holes in his heart, asplenia (a spleen never formed), and other complications. But the most severe were the cardiovascular problems.
Surprise! That child was me, and my 20th birthday is this July. In my family’s case, there was admittedly little to no dilemma between my mom’s life vs. my own. But at the same time, I would advocate taking a doctor’s prediction with a grain of salt, and never underestimate the power of prayer.