Hi, my name is Wyatt.

I’m just a little guy, but I’ve already spent most of my life in the hospital. I wasn’t born early or with any known diagnosis just a healthy baby who slowly started to fade. Now, I’m fighting battles no child should ever have to face.

Despite countless tests, scans, and specialists, my doctors still don’t have answers. My body is failing in ways no one understands. I’ve had seizures, oxygen crashes, dangerously low blood sugars, and feeding issues that left me too weak to grow. I have a G-tube now but even that is beginning to fail me.

Lately, the conversations have shifted. My parents who have fought for me every second are now being forced to consider the impossible. That I might not get better. That comfort may become the goal instead of a cure.

They’re doing everything they can to keep me safe and surrounded by love. But the weight they carry emotionally, physically, and financially is unimaginable. Hospital stays, emergency travel, time off, medications, supplies, and the never-ending costs of care are overwhelming.

That’s why they’re asking for help.

Whether it’s $5 or simply sharing this page, every act of kindness makes a difference. It gives my family the chance to breathe, to rest, and to stay focused on loving me through whatever comes next.

From the bottom of our hearts, thank you—for your support, your prayers, your shares, and your love. You’re helping carry a little boy and his family through the darkest days of their lives.

With love and hope,

Wyatt and family