For nine months, every appointment felt like a countdown to heartbreak. Severe hydrocephalus. MRI scans filled with grim shadows. Specialists gently preparing us for the unthinkable: comfort care, not survival. Each word pierced us, yet we held on to hope — fragile, but alive. 💔🙏

On July 8th, as the C-section began, we whispered tearful prayers, bracing for silence. Then — against every prediction — a cry filled the room. Our son, Charlie Edward Schnarr, was alive. Not fragile. Not fading. But strong, beautiful, and breathtakingly perfect. 💙🌟

Doctors, stunned, admitted science had no answers. They called it “divine intervention.” We call it a miracle — a living testament to the power of prayer and love. Today, Charlie thrives in our arms, proof that sometimes the mountains we fear most can be moved by faith. 🕊️❤️