Isaiah Martin came out screaming.
As all new parents will tell you, the first screams of a newborn child are a welcome relief. But for Vicky and David Martin, Isaiah’s first cries were more ominous.
Nurses and doctors crowded around the baby, eyes scanning his soft pink skin and tightly balled fists. A fine layer of light brown hair covered his head, and blue eyes peeked out through half-closed lids. His tiny chest rose and fell with every breath. But here he was, breathing.
That was never a given.