An incredible saga. A medical miracle. A true account in 8 chapters,
“Something’s wrong with the baby.” It was just a few days after my son’s birth in Jerusalem at the very end of 1992. The bris planning was well underway — hall caterer photographer and sandek… my rebbi.
But my wife Chana insisted that we couldn’t do the bris. She had a feeling that the baby wasn’t well. We went through a checklist: pulse normal nursing okay muscle tone good pupil dilation. (My wife had long taken an interest in informal medical study.)
“So what makes you think there’s something wrong?” I asked.
“I just have this feeling ” she answered.
“Should we go check the baby out in the ER? They’ll catch whatever it is.”
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