He Was Born Dying. We’re Asking God to Rewrite His Story

If you know us at all, we are a quiet couple. Today is different.

A Cry for a Miracle: Our Grandson’s Story

We never imagined writing something like this.

There is a boy—our grandson—not by blood, but by God’s divine appointment. His mother is our “daughter,” a young woman we helped raise and love as our own. Her life has not been easy. Neither has this pregnancy. But nothing could have prepared us for what came next.

In February, her baby boy entered this world under the weight of hardship—but wrapped in the fiercest kind of love. Within 24 hours, he was rushed by air ambulance to Seattle Children’s Hospital. During the flight, he began experiencing catastrophic seizures. Not mild. Not manageable. Catastrophic.

When he arrived, he was greeted not by peace—but by chaos. More than 30 doctors, nurses, and specialists frantically working to save the life of a baby they had never met. She texted Lindsay from afar: “Is he going to be okay?” As a nurse, Lindsay’s heart sank. She knew what the chaos meant, she knew the odds. But as a mom, as a believer, she answered: “We’re still praying. Don’t stop.”

And they didn’t.

He was diagnosed with Urea Cycle Disorder, a rare and devastating condition. His ammonia levels, which should have been under 40, were unreadable—over 5,000. Doctors shook their heads in disbelief. They didn’t understand why he was still breathing.

But we did.

God.

There is no medical explanation for why this child lived. They had never seen a newborn survive this. But he did. He survived the unimaginable.

His scans show that the disorder caused brain damage—diagnosed with cerebral palsy. The doctors told us: He will never walk. Never talk. Never eat. Never recognize his mama. He will lose his sight. He will almost certainly face another catastrophic event. And if it comes—he will not survive it.

Still, God’s name remained on our lips.

Our church never stopped praying. Our pastor got on the phone. Our community gathered around heaven’s gates and refused to walk away.

And then—God made a way.

With the graciousness of our church, we flew to Seattle within days and met this miracle. We held him in our arms. We prayed over his tiny body. We spoke life. Healing. Hope. We listened to the doctors… and then listened for something greater: God’s whisper of purpose.

And we heard it. Then came hope.

A living liver transplant.

A liver transplant could stop the ammonia buildup. His cerebral palsy could reverse. The future the doctors described? God might rewrite it completely.

They asked for the baby’s blood type.

“O+,” the doctor said.

His mother? Not a match.

Jay? Not a match.

Lindsay raised her hand. “That’s me. I’m O+. What do I do next?”

There was no hesitation. No fear. Just faith in motion. Go Time.

Since then, Lindsay has quietly gone through test after test, interview after interview. She’s passed every one and is now in the final stages of becoming this baby’s living donor. If all goes well, the transplant could happen within 45 days. Quietly. Willingly. Because she believed with everything in her: his life is not over.

His life is just beginning.

But now, we need help.

The baby’s insurance covers the transplant itself. But we have to make at least two more trips back to Seattle—and each trip requires flights, hotels near the hospital, rental cars, and meals. If you’ve ever traveled to Seattle, you know this kind of trip isn’t just emotionally expensive—it’s financially crushing.

We’re facing over $20,000 in upcoming expenses.

We never wanted to write this. Never wanted to ask. But we will do whatever it takes to save our grandson’s life.

If God puts it on your heart to help, we are humbly asking for:

Monetary donations (every dollar counts)

Prayers. Powerful, bold prayers.

Sharing this with your church or community.

God has already brought him this far. If it’s His will, He’ll carry us the rest of the way.

If you’ve read this far—thank you. From the deepest place in our hearts, thank you.

Please pray for our grandson. Please pray for our “daughter.” Please pray for us.

We love you.

Jay and Lindsay