Savannah Chubb held baby Griffin tightly against her chest, as close to her heart as possible. She is blond with soft eyes and a gentle demeanor. Her husband Joseph, tall and slim with a week-old beard, peered at the baby with a gleam in his eyes. Grateful parents, that’s what they were. Grateful for their tiny and precious miracle.
A month ago when baby Griffin was born, Joseph and Savannah knew something was wrong. “I didn’t hear him cry. He wasn’t crying like you’d expect with a newborn, and I caught a glimpse of him when he came out. He was so blue. He wasn’t breathing,” Savannah said, burying her face into baby Griffin’s warm neck. “I’ll never forget those few seconds of realizing that something was wrong.”
